Let me start off by saying I am a VERY PUNCTUAL person, if I am on time I feel late. I carry the motto that it is better to be an hour early than one minute late. I absolutely despise the feeling of being tardy. So last Tuesday was quite the shocker to me.
Monday night I went to bed at my usual time, around ten o'clock pm, not too late and not too early. Being the punctual self I am, I set about five alarms on my phone and one alarm on my alarm clock, just to be safe. I wake up around five forty five am every day I have school, so it's always pitch black when I wake up. So you can say I was quite surprised when I woke up the next morning and realized that it was way too bright in my room to be five forty five in the morning. Leaping out of bed I stared at my phone wondering what was happening. Maybe it was Monday today? I glanced at my phone. Nope. It definitely was Tuesday and did my clock say 11 o'clock!!!? Crap. I looked at all of my alarms and they were still set, so they had gone off and I must have in a dazed state turned them off. I still can't remember doing anything like that. I decided it wasn't worth going to school for only an hour, so I was able to enjoy a four day weekend, while it felt great, it also felt extremely weird to be home while everyone else was still at school. I couldn't stop thinking about how I didn't wake up, that never happens to me. I decided the only explanation for my odd behavior was that I must have died when I hit my pillow. How else could I have slept through all of my alarms and the bright sun?
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