At 6:20 a.m., I opened my eyes. In this order, here's what went through my head:
I'm not home.
I'm not at my parents' house.
I don't think I've ever been here before. Looks like a hotel room.
Am I in California? Hmm...no. That was last month.
Denver? That was last week.
Oh, right. Columbus.
There's nothing quite like waking up wondering where you are. I've spent so little time in my own bed lately, I hope I'm not confused when I wake up there tomorrow morning!
1 comment:
Wish you were waking up at your parents' house (and eating some of those raspberries!) mom
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