Okay, before I go on, can we discuss the term, "russian roulette"? Whenever I hear it said, the actual meaning of a deathly gun game rarely comes to mind. Instead, I always find myself imagining an actual high stakes roulette game in a swanky casino. The difference is, if you lose, you don't die; rather, you have to eat a bunch of nasty pickled herring or drink kvas.
Seriously, have you ever had any of that stuff? Sometimes I think a bullet to the head would be the superior option.
Okay, tangent over.
Anytime I go to bed now, I feel like I'm playing a game of sleep russian roulette. Why? I just busted out my down comforter.
Whenever I go to bed now, I have absolutely NO concept of time.
...feels like this:
...feels like this.
... and yet I always feel rested and cozy, regardless of whether or not I actually got a good night's sleep.
How is this magic possible?
Current theory: my comforter is *actually* made of unicorn dreams and lollipops.