today has been a sleepy day. to confound matters, my coworker with the lovely pakistani accent has been hanging out in the office all day, making small talk with my boss as they try to fix his computer. the problem is the accent. it’s not just that it’s soothing, it’s absolutely hypnotic. i mean, i can physically feel the voice, it tickles my sleep centers or something, makes my eyes heavy and unfocused, my hearing goes all fuzzy-echoy, and i crave a nap so badly i can’t think of anything else.
it’s not just accents, though. some people just have voices in that certain key or with whatever inflection, i’m not sure what it is, it’s like it harmonizes with my falling-asleep brainwaves. my high school algebra teacher had such a voice, and i would constantly fall asleep in her class (it was also right after lunch. i just never had a chance to do good in that class). i would prop my head up with a hand under my chin, be holding a pencil poised in my other hand, as if ready to take notes, hide behind my hair, and fall asleep, trying not to do that jerky thing that sometimes happens when i’m falling asleep while really, really tired. like now.