Bedroom Inventory: A blur

These days, going to bed and waking up basically provide the same views of misshapen shadows. I am really, really blind without my contacts or glasses. Usually, I sleep with my cellphone so the vibrate alarm won't wake up my roommate. I woke up for some reason at 3:00 in the morning, and I swear my cell phone said 6:00, so I got out of bed and took a shower, before realizing my mistake and heading back to bed. It was really lame.

Anyway, so I went to bed last night and looking around the room, I saw dark shapes, which I knew to be my desk and computer, Heidi's desk and the closet which is a big hole of empty darkness. I can see the silhouettes of books in my windowsill and dark blobs on the window and on some of the walls where the light hits, which I know to be sticky notes. In my bed, it's basically the same story of fuzzy blobs getting a little clearer as I stick my head closer, which I normally don't do, but last night and other nights before, I lost my bear. Knightley is a bear I received for my 16th birthday. He has been my nighttime companion ever since- his name, by the way, made me think of FW, because it has two meanings: "nightly" and "Knightley" - hero in Emma- ha ha. I'm so used to having him around, I really can't sleep without him; so instead of finding my glasses (which is sometimes a bigger adventure by itself) and turning on a light, I just sifted through all the junk on my bed, pushing some stuff on the floor and most of it the side of the bed I don't really use. I've got clothes, towels, blankets, books, hairbrush, pillows, camera/camera case, cell phone charger, a rosary, wallet, keys, paper, contact solution and 6 months worth of contacts (which my mom just mailed to me from Idaho). I eventually found him on the floor, so all was well.

Now. . Waking up- that's always an adventure, because half the time I dream I'm awake and have gotten breakfast and gotten my stuff ready to go, and then I wake up in my bed thoroughly disappointed, because in my dream, I'm always warm. I hate getting out of bed when I'm cold. Generally when I wake up, Knightley is never around, almost everything on my bed has been pushed to the left side leaving me about 2 feet of empty space to lay in and with one blanket. Sometimes, I think I go places at night- though last night I did get up and go somewhere, not really exciting but- there's not much to see in the area around me, just familiar and unfamiliar shadows and shapes. And sometimes my roommate's cat, who jumped on me this morning.