Sleeping on the Couch

If you've never slept on one of our couches here in 203, then you're missing out on one of the best nights of sleep ever. Serious. Let me tell you about a recent experience, just so you get the picture of how amazing they are. I fell asleep on one of our long couches the other night (which is incredible in and of itself--usually I'm cuddled in the small one), and I woke up in the morning to a pleasant surprise. No, it was unfortunately not Terry singing Livin' on a Prayer as loud as possible. Maybe next time. Anyway, I woke up refreshed, which is nothing short of a miracle, considering what I had slept on (besides the couch, that is). Here is a short list of what was between me and the couch: two blankets, my earbuds, my laptop, Scott's laptop case, a pair of black dress shoes, a pair of brown dress shoes, Terry's basketball referee guidebook, and a box of pizza (with half a pizza still in it). I hope I didn't forget anything. The only thing that could've made it better was if Scott had made me breakfast, but I guess if you like pizza for breakfast, I literally did have breakfast in bed just waiting for me. You see what a miracle it was for me to actually wake up refreshed? Our couches are like those fluffy clouds in heaven that angels sit and strum their harps on all day, they are that comfortable. The only thing that could've made it better is if Jeff didn't turn the freaking temperature down to 66 at night. I woke up and was wishing I had put a blanket on top of me, and not just underneath. Oh well, it was still a wonderful experience, one that I hope happens again real soon. I also usually get to wake up to Terry's alarm, which plays a pretty sweet jingle at least 5 times before he gets up (he's usually on one of the other couches). In conclusion, upon deep and meditative reflection . . . there ain't nothin' better than sleeping on the couch.