When I think about all the thinking I’ve done, I get sleepy, like a coffee-colored bear.

I think Starbucks would go out of business if more people were to Superglue their eyelids open when they felt tired.

I drink coffee with a spoon. It’s like soup, only less sleepy.

No! I’m not ready, this is still my first cup of coffee!

The early morning is too strong to drink straight, so I need to mix in a little coffee to be able to hold it down.

Sleep did not honor me with it’s presence.

At five in the morning, I was half asleep. The whole left side of my body was taking a nap. Seems I’m also always half in love, from my waist down.

Dad and I leave town in the early dark. It’s the second Sunday of the holidays, and we pack up the old blue car with enough clothes for summer and hit the road. It’s so...

I tried to wear my shirt while it was still on the hanger. That’s just the kind of morning person I am with no coffee.

Sir Humphrey looked like a sleepy old hippo — and when he yawned in that big, big, hippopotamus way Charity couldn’t help doing likewise.

She was dry. She was lying on something soft. She was wrapped in quilts. There was a star of light drifting above her, and a smell like a herb garden. Taggle was a long warmth...

I work for the nod syndicate. It’s a sleepy job. If I’m caught not sleeping on the job, I’ll get fired.

Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.

When I saw a murder taking place, I almost didn’t have time to make coffee before stopping it. But thank God I did, because otherwise somebody would have died—and even worse, I’d be tired.

It’s a rare book that wins the battle against drooping eyelids.

He had sky eyes and sun hair and all the women loved him. And all I had was an empty coffee cup, full of sleepy hope.

I drank the coffee because I was tired. I also drank the coffee because I was dominant, and it was passive and put up no fight.