Turn the Page

by Stephanie

I suffer from a curious ailment. I call it daytime literary narcolepsy.
Every time I open a book, I experience a sudden onset of drowsiness leading to a napping state.
I’m not kidding. Sometimes the symptoms are so strong that the mere thought of cracking open a book puts me to sleep.
And it has nothing to do with me being bored. I LOVE to read. This is strictly a biological response brought on by a trigger which
just happens to be reading a book.
I can remember the first time I noticed it. I was a senior in high school and assigned to read Plato’s Republic.
I woke up the next day, face down in the middle of the book. Not sure how I passed that test but I guess you could say
I’m resourceful. Wait, that makes me sound like a cheater. Not the case. Moving on.

Anyways, it’s starting to frustrate me because I set a goal for myself: I will not buy any more books until I’ve finished
all the books I’ve bought, started to read, and then pushed aside for a shinier, newer book (a much harder feat
for someone like me who also suffers from compulsive book-buying). You can imagine how
long this is taking me considering I can only read about 20 pages before my eyelids get heavy and I find myself
snoring in a pile of unfinished Jane Austen novels, screenwriting books and America Revolutionary biographies.
Since this disorder can’t be found on WebMD or wikipedia, I’m not sure how to cure my condition.
I must soldier on.

A small victory came today when I awoke from my book-induced slumber and finally finished a screenwriting
book that I’ve been reading on and off for the past few months. One down, 50 more to go.

P.S. Don’t ask me how the actual screenwriting is going.

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