One day I was SO tired that I fell asleep with my work clothes on. The day was an avalanche of work that by the time I got into my bed I was a limp noodle. All I could do was fall face first into my bed, starfish style and sleep.
I woke up at 3am uncomfortable but surprisingly warm. Typically I get cold at this time and wake up to perform black ops sock and rescue because my socks have yet again abandoned their duties!
It’s so hard to find good socks that will commit to staying on every night. I’m going to start calling socks “men”.
I’m just kidding.
Socks can be called “women” too.
Equal opportunity is very important when it comes to commitment issues.
I woke up warm, but why? The answer was in the sweet, supple fibers caressing my body as I slumbered in overworked sleep…