Ouch.
I love my new bed. It’s nice and firm, the sheets are soft, the comforter is warm yet light — sometimes I wonder why I ever leave my little dream enabler. This makes what happened last night even more of a mystery.
I’ve never been a person who has vivid dreams but something really crept into my conscious last night and provoked some violent body contortions. I don’t have the play by play but the highlight of last night was my half naked double corkstrew directly onto my laptop and the floor below. My mattress is about 4 feet off the ground and since I was 1/2 asleep and didn’t know WTF was happening of course I didn’t brace myself.
We’ll after I took the epic tumbling a surge of pain shot up my right leg with most of it centered around the calf region. I was absolutely panicked — the pain, the WTFness, the darkness really had me thinking that I broke my fucking leg. Trying not to yelp reached down to my leg and made sure everything was where it was suppose to be and after a while the pain became tolerable enough for me to shamefully limb back to bed.
Well this morning I woke up 100% aware of what happened the night before. My leg is still a complete wreck, it feels like I either had the worst cramp in the world or I tore something. Oh well, I can walk so I’m sure it’s not that bad. Certainly not as bad as my laptop which now displays a wonderful assortment of ROYGBIV colors that resemble nothing even close to an operating system.
This is the wildest night I’ve had in NYC in a few weeks and I didn’t even need to leave my room.
Tags: falloff bed, apartment, dreams
