Fleecie Blanket of Doom
I've been a little ill recently with an uber bastard chest infection, so spent the most of last week curled up on the sofa, wrapped up in a fleece blanket. One evening I dozed off deeply, while somehow keeping an ear out for my phone which was 5 feet away on my bed, and due to ring.

Sidenote: I live in a teeny tiny wee studio flat, hence why my sofa and bed are so close, bless them.

Another sidenote: Ever noticed how the sofa is so much more comfy than the bed when ill? I have...mmmmm sofa

So there I was, deeply content with my dozing. The next thing I was aware of was my arms were going mental Windmill stylee and my legs were refusing to do what they were supposed to do. I woke up properly when I hit the floor in a heap and found my legs completely tangled up in the fleece blanket, and my phone happily ringing away on my bed. I missed the call. I was too confused.
(Beacon, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 10:11, Reply)