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I fell asleep early last night. The last thing I remember is Nate saying he was going to take a shower and shave before going to bed, and me being too sleepy to get up to join him.

I really like watching him shave.

The next thing I knew, the alarm was going off and Nate was beside me. I didn’t wake up once during the night, like I usually do. Waking up to roll over or make room for Nate or to readjust after a dream are all actions that I generally remember but never find remarkable enough to mention. Last night I don’t remember doing any of them, which makes me wonder if I did, which makes me think that I didn’t, which means I probably hogged the entire bed and made for not good sleeping for Nate. And he had to work this morning.

I would have asked him about this this morning, but after I heard the alarm, I tried to get up with him to take a shower with him, but the next thing I knew, he was kissing me goodbye. So I slept through that shower, too.

I guess I just needed to sleep. I think I left before I really woke up, either, because I rushed myself out of his house with feelings of guilt, like I had to get out quick before he came home. I don’t know. My brain is retarded sometimes. So at 1030, I was out of his house, trying to drive home but I kept making wrong turns.

It was like something out of a bad dream.

Only the bad dreams only happened last night, and they were full of mice. Ughh.