I like to get a good night’s sleep.
If I can work in about 7 hours of sack time, I awake refreshed and ready to face the day. If — as is the case this morning — unfortunate circumstances have prevented the usual amount of slumber, it changes me in ways well captured by this realistic sculpture. My bulging eyes grow large and have the coarse, gritty consistency of sandpaper. My tongue hangs out, my breath is fiery, and my mouth is pulled back in an unsightly, fang-filled rictus. I feel so out of sorts, it wouldn’t surprise me to see that I’ve sprouted a deep red dorsal fin and scaly green skin covered with blue polka dots.
In short, when I don’t get enough sleep at night, I feel pretty monstrous.