As I sat up in bed, I shivered and pulled my fluffy comforter tight aronnd my whole body. I only left enough room for my eyes to peak out. Warm and cozy. I slowly started to let my head droop back into my pillow when I realized I had to wake up! I was probably already late! I threw my blanket to the ground and sprinted into the bathroom. I switched on the light and pulled back the shower curtain to turn on the water. As I sat at the edge of the tub, letting my eyes adjust to the blaring light of the bathroom, I began to wonder. Why didn't anyone wake me up? I thought. As the hot water continued to steam up the entire bathroom, I stuck my head out the door. Everything was dark. There was not one single light on downstairs. The teapot wasn't screaming like it usually did in the morning, and my mom wasn't roaming around downstairs in her green bathrobe. It was really quiet too. Except for the pounding drops of the shower. It was actually starting to creep me out, so I threw my pajamas into the laundry pile and jumped into the shower. "TOO HOT!!" I yelped. I jumped back out of the shower and shivered as I desperately tried to adjust the water temperature. Once the temperature felt just right on my hand, I got back into the shower and let the hot water pound onto my skin. As I scrubbed my volumizing shampoo into my sopping hair, I realized how tired I was. My eyes felt like they were being weighed down by bricks and I kept leaning against the slippery shower wall to keep my balance. "Why am I so tired?" I yawned. Once the water from the shower began to turn cold, I groped around the towel rack for a dry towel. Once I had a fluffly blue towel in my grasp, I kicked the shower handle back in with my foot and the once pounding water became nothing but soft little drips and drizzles. I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the shower. Considering that my eyelids kept drooping, I more or less fell out of the shower, but I managed to get out without seriously hurting myself. I wrapped a smaller towel around my hair and stumbled through the darkness into my room. As I passed the stairs I noticed, still, no one was up! Well, at least I would get to school on time. It was dark in my room, but my eyes were still too sensitive for any more bright lights, so I found my closet by crashing into it, and I yanked on the first pair of jeans I came across. Just as I was about to attempt finding a matching shirt, I happened to catch a glimpse of my alarm clock. I was expecting it to say 6:50 A.M., or 7:00 if i really was running late, but the time was not even close to my expectations. I rubbed my eyes once, thinking the sleep goo was obscruring my vision, but that was not the case.
"ONE THIRTY!" I just stared at the clock. Why the heck was I up at one thirty in the morning? Tiredness and shock overcame me at that moment and then sleep came up and whacked me in the face like a frying pan. I fell onto my bed and fell fast asleep.
"What's new in the Celebrity Sleeze?" I smashed my fist hard onto the snooze button of my radio clock and the sounds of the 97.1 Morning Zoo stopped abruptly. I floated gently back to dreamland and then was suddenly awakened when my ten minutes of snoozing were up. "Jessica Simpson did WHAT!"
"I get it! I'm getting up now!" Again, I slammed down the off button on my clock and threw myself off my bed and onto the floor. After lying on my bedroom floor for thrity seconds, I realized how dirty the carpet was. "EWWWW," I moaned and I crawled into the bathroom like a wounded bear crawls back to its den. Pulling myself to my feet in front of the mirror, I got a nasty shock. "What the heck is with my hair!" I gasped. My hair was sticking up, out, and every which way. As I tried to tame my mane, I noticed my hair was damp near the back of my head. "Huuuh?"
Then I remembered. "Did I take a shower last night?" The memory was indeed blurry, but I definitely recalled taking a shower. I looked around the bathroom and found my proof. My Mickey Mouse pajama shirt and boxers were both lying in a pile on the linoleum floor. That's weird, I thought. "Oh well! At least I don't have to take a shower." And with that I hopped down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Dad! Guess what I did last night?"
"What did you do?" he replied. He was meticulously bent over the day's Sudoku; his pen was dancing over each square of numbers. I knew he was only half listening, but I told him of my midnight adventure.
"Isn't that weird?" I said when my story was done. "I mean, maybe I have like a disease where I just randomely get up and like sleep shower! Cool!"
"Very cool," said my dad, chuckling.
The rest of the morning I spent spraying and pinning down my psycho hair, for I refused to get back in the shower. Once I got to school, I told everyone my amazing story. Few people responded with as much enthusiasm as I had had while I told the story, but I didn't care. I found the experience so amazing! Life changing almost. So while I didn't get a lot of response from my story, my hair did get quite a bit of attention
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