I halfway emerged from a pretty deep slumber on Saturday evening because my medulla oblongata or whatever noticed a minor itch on my nose.
What the brain didn’t notice was that my arm was very asleep from the awkward pinned-down-by-a-dog position I was in. I made an attempt to itch, but when I could finally force my reluctant limb to move, it forcefully jabbed my fingers into my eyes Three Stooges style.
Soundlessly, my brain said “Ow,” but I forgot about the nose itch and went back to sleep. Squinting, though.