nap

Grandma comes into my room and I'm sleeping facing away from the door. She tries to wake me and I just can't seem to wake up. She sits on the bed and struggles to pull me into her lap. I sense that she's exasperated and that this must be important, but she's not rough. She says that my prayers must be different than hers, and I try to tell her that they aren't, not really, but I can't even move my limbs. I can barely open my eyes. I'm completely limp.