Why does yawning slap my face? I don't wake Yawn's slumbering while I work, except when tired. Mercy please. Healing bones, working.Yawning. Waiting and churning fear into butter. And U? How long have U curdled my milk? Soul food & Paneer satisfies. Save me some of that satisfaction leftover. When I wake, yawning, dead tired, who hears my need for snacks? I'm tired of sighing, of sleeping in Noah's bed, floating on crocodile tears. I can't swim no more with these eyes. They're too old, swollen from too many fights. U go. A timeout for a few hours, while I rest the no. I hear Yawn's snore, I know the dinner's ready; Enemies sit; I share the butter without shame, and suddenly we are not disappointed. We have guiltily repented.