muzzy

The parents, with minds still muzzy from sleep, retrieved two duffel bags and assessed needs before entering the station: Diaper change for the 1-year-old.

I mustered a muzzy “Okay!” and ordered my legs out of bed so the rest of me’d have to follow.

If they didn’t have wood or kindling, they curled against one another, barely touching, but by morning, they’d be pressed together, breathing in tandem, cocooned in muzzy sleep, a single crescent moon.

Readers sit for a long time with this information, contemplating it in the same kind of muzzy, Jell-O-shot haze that befuddles the students they’re reading about.

“No,” I said muzzily as I felt for the cool wall with my free hand.