Whenever I Read I Fall Asleep

When I was younger I loved to read. Each day after school, I would find myself racing home to plonk down in bed with a cup of tea and pick up my book exactly where I'd left it the night before. My parents struggled to keep up with how many books I read. Turn the clock forward to now and adulthood has swallowed me up and spat me out the other side with some significant damage to the ol' sleep schedule. I now relate to my grandpa more than anyone, picking up a book for some afternoon relaxation and immediately dozing off into a quiet slumber until supper time.