It doesn’t really matter what time I enter dreamland, if I have to wake up before 9am (thanks to an adorable 10 month old, I always do), I’m a zombie. I do not like early morning. Or late morning. In fact, don’t talk to me until 12:05. A Zombie Sleep Mask would get my point across to my husband. lnstead of a boring old sleep mask, this one makes you look like a brain-hungry, undead creature. Surely, that will make him avoid conversations that involve anything more serious than get. coffee. now.