I opened my eyes at 5:45 this (a full hour before my alarm was supposed to go off), I was pleased to realize that I could sleep some more.
But my bed had different ideas. I don’t know if it was just tired of being only used for sleeping. Perhaps it has a ‘friend’ visiting today and wanted me out of the apartment early. I could come home to little baby sofa pillows in my apartment. Well, that’s if the gestational period for mattresses is fairly short.
So, no, I didn’t fall out of bed. My bed kicked me out of it.
Out of spite (and perhaps a little jealousy - why should my bed be getting it on when I’m not?), I drank three cups of coffee, took a slow shower and was still damp when I sat on the bed to put my socks on.