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There is a rule against sleeping in clubs, apparently. No drunken passing-out allowed – the club gets fined, and this makes them just a wee bit unhappy.

So what happens then, to the girl with sore feet who needs to sit, and dehydrated contact lenses that hurt when she opens her eyes?

Well she tapped her feet, swayed her body, bobbed her head, and sang along to the music that came crashing out of the speakers nearby, just so bouncers would know she was awake and stop, you know, poking her in the knee and making ridiculously un-bouncery “twinkle twinkle little star” motions with their hands when she cracked open an aching eye.

All this movement, mind you, eyes closed to the world.

I felt like..Stevie Wonder.