Wow, what a way to get out of bed.

I’m laying there, maybe half asleep but maybe not even that, when suddenly I hear what sounds like my father falling down.

Crap!

So I jump out of bed, I throw my pants on, and I run into the other room. There’s my father, a-OK, sitting in his new scooter chair wrestling with the door. Turns out that what I had heard was just the chair making it over the door jam while thumping into the door (a couple of times quickly).

:major deflate:

Maybe if I was awake I would have realized what had really happened..

Geeze. I bailed out of bed so quickly that, at that point, I could only open my eyes half way. They felt grainy and the world was very blurry, and I slumped over the back of the chair with my heart beating nearly twice as fast as it ought to.

:yawwn:

Well, buddy, that’s one way to wake up.

Good morning?

Heh. . . sheesh.