Woke this morning without any feeling below my shoulders.
"My hands are asleep!" I said, after several futile attempts at turning off the alarm.
M snickered and put the pillow over his head.
It was like one of those nightmares where you are trying to run or scream or, well, move a tiny little switch into the "off" position, and your body refuses to obey.
I stood there banging my arms together, hoping to knock some life back into my hands.
Very disconcerting. Happens a lot lately–only if I sleep on my back, side, or stomach. I haven't tried sleeping standing up.