Ahhhh!!! I didn't ask for this!

Something happened to me when I was little, in primary school to be specific. It was during one of my long holidays which I usually spent with my maternal grand parents (God bless their souls) in our big family house. I had this deep siesta one afternoon and I slept for 'God knows how long'. It was so deep that when I woke up I thought it was morning.
I went round the house wishing those you were in the house 'a good morning'. They laughed at me as if I was a stand-up comic. I checked the time and saw that it was about 3pm. Then I noticed that I was not wearing my pyjamas and my aunt was asking me what I wanted for lunch. I had to go back to my bed, lie down and convince myself that it was just a deep sleep. Just for the record, sleeping beauty must have been so messed up in the head when she woke up! A hundred years..., puurrrleeasse!!
Anyways, the funny thing was last week Sunday I told myself that I would make that event re-occur because my body needed soothing deep rest (which we all know from Health Education is sleep). So I laid on the sofa in front of the TV at about 11am, going in and out of sleep till about 2pm (snacks and lunch in-between) only to fall asleep for about 2hrs and dreamt about an old friend I met on Saturday scolding me that I loved sleeping too much. I woke with SHOCK boldly written all over my face. Whaaat! I didn't like it one bit!
It sort of bothered me that I spent the whole of Monday asking my colleagues how long they usually slept for during the weekends.

A cute pix of me at night when I went to use the restroom