A morning with narcolepsy

It's Easter Sunday. We're waking up. I take my Nuvigil and I roll over to cuddle with my husband, putting my head on his chest. Misty Bear and Nimbus are jumping on and off the bed: "MEOW MOM MEOW DAD QUACK ITS MEOW MORNING QUACK FEED US MEOW."   And suddenly the bed drops 6… Continue reading A morning with narcolepsy