SLEEP!

I love sleep. I love it so much. I love it more than food and boys and friends. I love nothing more than to feel my eyelids get heavy, and slowly crawl into my bed, snuggling under my sheets and laying on my stomach...

I am a stomach sleeper... I used to be a side sleeper, and on occasion I still do sleep on my side. Sometimes I like to sleep on my back, making my legs form a "4" with my right leg bent... but most of the time, I love sleeping on my little tummy... I seriously will instantly pass out once I roll onto my stomach.

But as much as I love sleep, I seem to never get any... I stay up really late every night, and I have to get up at 7 in the mornings to be to work on time... getting up is seriously such an ordeal for me. I will be blissfully sleeping, dreaming of dancing and koala bears when suddenly I am awakened by

"DEAR JAMIE... I GOT A LETTER I WOULD LIKE TO SEND...."

Its my stupid alarm. I quickly grab my phone, because I feel guilty waking up my 7 roommates at such an early hour... so I grab the phone and fiddle with the buttons until the annoying music turns off... and then I shove the phone under my pillow and roll back onto my tummy... and then four minutes later I hear

"I SHOULD HAVE USED A PENCIL BUT LEADS JUST NOT PERMANT"

but this time when I hear my alarm, it is directly underneath my ear so it scares the living crap out of me so I wake up from my dreams thinking that an alarm is going off in aspen grove and that a nuclear bomb is about to hit and I only have seconds to live and then BAM I hit my head on the bar above my head ... I mumble to myself as I slowly come to, rubbing my head as I try to detangle myself from my sheets. I finally will get all the way on top of my covers, and then I will sit up and stretch my achy muscles... only to hit my head again. So I end up just rolling out of bed, hitting the floor and then kind of crawling to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I am not a pretty sight in the morning... my hair is all frizzy and big around my face, all of my makeup has been rubbed off during the night, and my eye makeup is smeared in raccoon-fashion around my eyes. My lips are swollen from sleeping on my stomach all night...

I love sleep. I love it so very much. I just need some freaking more of it...

I'm going to take a nap.