A few weeks ago I had a handful of friends stay the night at my house. I planned on letting them sleep in my room while I was on the couch. About 6 in the morning the following thought process occurred:
What time is it? Am… am I not alone on the couch? It ‘s just the dog… That’s… too big to be Hartley… Oh, no that’s Erika… Wait, Erika?!
Apparently my dog was occupying the bedroom at the time.
This is how I imagine waking up from a drunken one night stand feels like…