Sara Schaefer

Has anyone out there ever seen me sleeping on the train? Seriously...have you?

I sleep on the train. I'm one of THOSE. I get in that train and while all you hipsters read
your "books" and all you businessmen read your "blackberries," I am reading the inside
of my eyelids, with my head hanging down and my mouth WIDE open, *occasionally*
using your shoulder as a pillow...and every once in a while violently jerking awake at the
BING BONG sounding when the train doors close.

Before moving to New York City, I never realized I could sleep sitting up, so I never tried.
But now not only have I mastered the art, I am also REALLY close to being able to sleep
standing up.

Often I wonder, does anyone I know ever see me on the train and not say anything so as
to not disturb my peaceful slumber? I mean, I know the chances are slim, but living here as
long as I have, I know it's bound to happen eventually. Are there any of you out there that
have seen me sleeping on the train?

This is a challenge to all New Yorkers to capture a picture of me sleeping on the train.*

*Do NOT wake me. Much like you should not wake a person while they are
sleepwalking, you should not wake me while I'm sleeping on the train. Doing so may result in
me accidentally murdering you.