What is the deal?
I can only think of one answer: I must be a crime fighter while I’m asleep. Years ago I was known to sleep talk and sleep walk so I assume I have taken the next step and now sleep fight. I think it’s obvious. Look at all the clues I’ve left myself:
- Disheveled Hair: No matter how many times I brush before retiring to bed, I wake with tousled locks. No wonder! It’s hard to keep one’s hair manageable when one is a Sleep-Fighter!
- Sweaty Hands: All the better to punch you with Mr. McCrime!
- Bruises on Thigh: ...so he got a lucky kick in, okay...
- Sore Shoulder: I throw a mean lefty.
Which brings up a whole ‘nother problem. I desperately need some cuter pajamas. If I’m out sleep-fighting crime, I can’t wear mismatched or over sized tees and shorts anymore. A uniform is in order. I originally thought black since it’s slimming but considering it’s already dark out, that might be dangerous. The last thing the city needs is a crime-sleep-fighter hurt on the job. White is easier to see at night but those dirt and blood stains would be awful to wash out. Anyone know where I can find an outfit made entirely of bike reflectors?
Oh. Another question: Is it bad for me to sleep on the job? I mean, technically that IS when I’m at my best.
You know how to reach me. Shine the sign.
Wonder Woman by Day...Slumber Woman by Night!