Wild Night

Last night I went to bed wearing a sweatshirt, sweatpants, shorts, a T-shirt, and socks and holding my stuffed dog named Scamp. This morning I woke up wearing a Tshirt, shorts and socks. Scamp had been hurled across the room, my sweatshirt was on the floor at the foot of the bed, and I was cuddling with my balled up sweatpants. Also, all of the bedding was tangled and in a pile on top of me. My roommate, Kathryn, said she never woke up to see me doing any of these things. I am just thankful I only removed the outer layer and that Scamp wasn't badly hurt.