death=nap+forever

I just woke up from a coma of a nap.

After school today two friends of mine rode the bus with me back to my house so that I could get my debit card, and then we walked back downt to the mall.

One of them left, while the other one came to Second Cup with me, only my favourite coffee place of all time, ever.

We sat down and did a word search and a spot the difference and I just felt so so so sleepy. I only live about ten minutes away from the mall, and so does my friend, but we both got busses home.

I did a sketch of a painting I’m doing for a friends Christmas gift, which I’ll blog about at a later date, but immediately afterwards I fell asleep with my face down in the floor.

So, I put my laptop on my desk, got up and got in bed.

Just before falling asleep again I thought I heard the door open, but didn’t hear anything in the house, so I guess it was next door.

I woke up three hours later after having an intense dream, and feeling completely disoriented.

The lights were out, for one, and I don’t remember turning them off.

I texted my roommate to ask if she turned out my light, assuming she came back home. She’d left as I was walking into the house.

Her answer was no, she wasn’t back from the library yet.

So, needless to say I am amazingly confused.

I can’t for the life of me remember if I turned out my own light or not.

When I woke up I felt like I was in a completely different world. Admittedly I was really relaxed and warm, and it was a very nice feeling, but I just felt so out of place.

Sometimes naps shouldn’t happen, no matter how nice they feel.

I couldn’t see straight for about twenty minutes after I got up, and now I am sitting here just watching Glee.

I’m going to go write something now, I think. There needs to be some kind of productivity come out of tonight!

Emma