Please, please, please stay asleep. Every time you wake up, you want to eat. Every time you try to eat, I want to scream and then bawl because your piranha-like feeding has completely inflamed and shredded my poor nipples. When I see you stirring like you're about to wake up, this horrible feeling of dread starts welling up inside of me, and my boobs start crying in anticipation of the torture that is to come. So, if you could do me a solid and either stay asleep or just not eat for a week or two, that would be awesome.