Bedroom Talk ;)

Inspiration hit hard last night and I wound up staying up and writing until a little after four in the morning. AND I had to work in the morning and get some other important things done throughout the day, so basically my brain feels like oatmeal at this point.

But ya know what? I regret nothing. 😀 It was a really productive writing night so I was totally willing to deal with said oatmeal brain today. Nothing a large mocha ice cappuccino couldn’t fix. Or at the very least make moderately more manageable. 😉

Now I’m ready for what will hopefully be a good night’s sleep, but first I wanted to talk a bit about sleep. Like sleeping habits, quirks, and whatnot. So get your jammies on (or your birthday suit if you’re one of those nocturnal nudists) and let’s get into some bedroom talk! (Ha, you thought this was going to get smutty didn’t you? Oh, you dirty bird, you.) In all fairness, I warned you I had oatmeal brain, so you have no one to blame but yourself if you’re still reading at this point.

I don’t know about you guys, but I am a total pillow junkie. I have seven pillows on my bed all to myself, as well as my Iron Man Tsum Tsum that doubles as a super soft, comfy pillow. (I also keep a Spider-Man one at my boyfriend’s place for when I stay over there because his pillow count just wasn’t up to my apparent princess-and-the-pea-level of demands.) 😛

My naps are the nerdiest.

I looove blankets too. Especially really cozy comforters. Even in the summer. But not just because they’re warm and comfy. I have this weird phobia of something crawling into my ear at night while I’m sleeping so I pretty much always have to sleep with the blankets (or at the very least, a sheet) pulled up and over my ear. It may sound crazy but you hear about that sort of thing happening. *cringe*

I never claimed my brain was a normal brain. I’m also prone to really odd (at best) dreams, as well as horrifically graphic nightmares. I’ve dreamed about my leg rotting off before and me manically clawing away at the decaying flesh and pus until I reached the bone. There was also an incredibly disturbing nightmare about a terrifying, red-faced John Travolta and a trailer park. I’m not even going to go into that one any further.

So, what about you guys? Any sleeping necessities, quirks, or bizarre dreaming habits of your own you’d like to share? 🙂 Let’s talk sleep!