The hypnotic sight of the trees swaying makes me sleepy— or maybe it's the fact that I only got about four hours of sleep that's making me sleepy. I'd take a nap, but I'm afraid I wouldn't wake up until seven o'clock, and that's no time of day to have a second morning.
Maybe I can keep myself awake by going out and digging up some weeds or pruning the rose bushes. I'll have to avoid looking at the wickedly seductive chaise lounge, though, or I'm bound to lie down on it. Then I'd wake up at seven o'clock with a sunburn.