This may or may not be a semi awkward post, but regardless of the
possible humiliation it may cause me,
I have to share it.
3 nights ago (the Sabbath) my dearest room/bed mate Melissa and I had a very strange experience.
For the past school year we have shared a queen size bed... NBD right?.... married peeps do it all the time...so why can't we?
Melissa, is a sleep yeller/talker/walker/anything-elser you can think of.
She is one who sleeps through her alarm for an hour solid without moving a muscle.
I, on the other hand, am a freight train.
I snore louder than an angry mother grizzly defender her bear cub.
Melissa may be crushing on a boy.. we shall call him CG. So this particular night, Melissa dreams she is holding hands with the one and only CG. I, ironically enough, had the exact same dream. (however I do not have a crush on CG.. good thing because that would just make life more uncomfortable for everyone.)
Let's do the math together.
Melissa+Madison+CG+Dreaming =
Melissa and Madison holding hands.
End of story.
Awkward.
Unnerving.
Memorable.