I got home extremely late last night. After what seems like 2 minutes of being asleep, I wake up to my mom.
Mom: "Rachel! Rachel what are you doing you get up this instant! Rachel you need to get downstairs this instant! Rachel..."
Me: anwoi bejuvj aaoeinvg
Mom: "Rachel I mean it!..."
Me: awoinon asoawnpgn oerrnbn
(at this point I lose comprehension of what my mom is saying because I start to try and figure out what is going on.)
*my phone starts ringing*
"Rachel you need to get up right now. Don't you put your head back on your pillow! Don't you dare! Don't you curl up and go to sleep!"
*floats head precariously above pillow*
"Rachel get up! Don't you go back to sleep get up now!"
But mom! Give me 2 minutes to wake up. I need my pillow! My beautiful, ever trusting, ever comforting, cotton pillow
*She starts to leave while still scolding*
*Still floating my head precariously above pillow*
Just 2 minutes! Please!
*Leaves the room*
Ah. Pillow. How I missed you.
Oh. Missed 5 calls from my dad.
Oh crap. I gotta get up.
Which ensued a long 10 hour work day! Yay!
But... thanks mom. I owe you. :)
