Friday, November 15, 2013

Sleeping Russian Roulette

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.