...at 3:30 in the morning. I'm in bed, and there's something like egg shells all over me, and something soft and big. It's pitch black, and I can't see a thing. What the Hell is going on?
I reach up and turn on the wall-mounted lamp the hangs above my bed. What sounds like a blowtorch starts, and the element of the bulb begins burning a nice, hot white. Going from pitch black to absolute white blinds me, and I stumble blindly across my room to the light switch.
A quick survey of my bed confirms my drowsy suspicions - the bulb in my lamp is broken open - the big soft thing was the lamp shade. Fearful of my bed catching fire from the dying embers showering off of the exposed element, I run over and unplug the lamp. The element dies, and quiets.
Best as I can figure, sometime during the one hour I had slept, I had, in my sleep, knocked my lamp (it was hanging over me, mounted on the wall) and showered myself with glass. I was also apparently oblivious to this, and slept right through it.
So...yeah. Quite possibly the most confusing thing that's happened to me when I woke up that didn't involve alcohol.
I reach up and turn on the wall-mounted lamp the hangs above my bed. What sounds like a blowtorch starts, and the element of the bulb begins burning a nice, hot white. Going from pitch black to absolute white blinds me, and I stumble blindly across my room to the light switch.
A quick survey of my bed confirms my drowsy suspicions - the bulb in my lamp is broken open - the big soft thing was the lamp shade. Fearful of my bed catching fire from the dying embers showering off of the exposed element, I run over and unplug the lamp. The element dies, and quiets.
Best as I can figure, sometime during the one hour I had slept, I had, in my sleep, knocked my lamp (it was hanging over me, mounted on the wall) and showered myself with glass. I was also apparently oblivious to this, and slept right through it.
So...yeah. Quite possibly the most confusing thing that's happened to me when I woke up that didn't involve alcohol.
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