CRASH. Boom. crash.
"What happened? What is it?" Devin mumbles. I sit up on my elbows, confused and suddenly awake. I look over to my left and I can see that my lamp has fallen over. It is lying on its side and my picture frame is on the ground. My heart is racing. "What the heck just happened?" I'm a little scared, but I reach over and pull the lamp back to it's upright position. I'm really confused. And before my head even hits the pillow, I hear Devin snoring again.
I lay back down, and I remember that I was kind of sleep.. not talking or walking, but I guess... sleep moving? I remember thinking I was half awake and reaching to turn my lamp on, but instead I wacked it with my arm and it fell over. And then I woke myself up, for real.
Well, the next day, Devin and I remember what happened and start laughing really hard about it. I thought it freaked us both out pretty bad, but I guess it was just me.
Devin told me he thought there was burglar in our room. He said he was freaked out for a minute. But then, he told me he was too tired to do anything so he was just like, "Whatever. If there's a burglar, oh well."
Oh well?
OH Well?
OH WELL?
If there is a burglar in your apartment standing next to your wife, because he obviously would have had to have been the one to have knocked over your wife's lamp, you just say "oh well.." and go back to sleep????
What, is this world coming to people!?
(Me sullenly shaking my head back and forth in shame)




