So last night, i got home at 8:30ish, and was ready to pass-out (of course spending 2 hours with energetic children is no help). I held out a bit longer though, i called home where i tried to carry on a conversation with my brother and parents... mother told me i failed and should have a drink of warm milk and head to bed.
And so, by 9:45 pm I had climbed the latter to my loft and laid my heavy head on that oh-so-inviting pillow. Within 14 minutes i had passed out (which is pretty dang impressive for me!).
I slept on in peaceful slumber... thankful for no school the following morning when "love love me do, you know i love you, so please... love me do -oooo" rang out, literally.
My phone was ringing somewhere beneath my pillow.
It took me a few seconds to realize what was going on, then a few more to find my phone.
"hello" i said, or at least tried to say.
"where are you?!" it was my roommate, who was sitting in the room next to me.
Checking to make sure i was where i thought i was, i saw i was still in the bed i passed out and responded "in bed."
"Oh, sorry... go back to sleep then."
And we were done.
I returned to dream land (where i was a creeper!) and slept for another 10 hours.
The next morning i discovered that when she came home at 10:30 I was no where to be found (she's a horrible searcher since i was in my bed!) and so when i wasn't home by 11 ish, she called to send me to bed (knowing how tired i had been [thanks mom]).
Ironic, isn't it, that she called me away from sleep to put me to sleep...
So i guess what i've learned from this is i'm not believed to be a responsible person, willing to sacrifice the joys of the night for the benefit of my health.
~a dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep~
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