My eyelids grow heavy, keeping me from seeing the room.
Cast into darkness, my gaze falls.
My head begins to bow, my chin coming dangerously close to my chest.
With a start, I snort and my head flies up.
I look around to see if anyone noticed me falling asleep.
They did.
I can see it.
Everyone of their eyes turn toward me, shooting accusatory glances toward me.
I can’t really blame them.
I guess when you’re giving a eulogy really is the worst time to fall asleep.

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