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sisalikI know for sure last night I was sprawled on my fancily slipcovered couch, which is looking worse and worse by the day, due to Riley's crazed need to hide toys under the cushions she can't reach anymore. I know that Riley was on me, without squashing any major internal organs. I know I had my big ugly comfy moose sweater on, which is like wearing a blanket. I know I'd switched over to the audio commentary for the movie I was watching because it had ended and I didn't want to get up since Riley was all cozy and warm and snuggly on me.
When I woke up my glasses were neatly folded on my great-grandma's sewing machine, the TV was off, my sweater was on me like a blanket instead of on me like a sweater, Riley was standing on the floor licking my hand, and my mother was asking me why I was on the couch. Either my dog sprouts thumbs when I'm not there to see it or I'm more somnambulistic than I thought.
When I woke up my glasses were neatly folded on my great-grandma's sewing machine, the TV was off, my sweater was on me like a blanket instead of on me like a sweater, Riley was standing on the floor licking my hand, and my mother was asking me why I was on the couch. Either my dog sprouts thumbs when I'm not there to see it or I'm more somnambulistic than I thought.
