In August of 2012, I attended a YSA (young single adult) conference with Hannah and some other close friends. In attendance, we danced, we sang with people who sat in the hallways with their guitars, fell behind on our word counts for Camp NaNoWriMo, out-awkwarded friends, listened to dramatic readings of horrible fanfictions, declared Disneyland better than Six Flags (who would argue it anyway?), refrenced my books, and attended vampire tea parties (there will be a post about this in December this year).
And by some strange series of events, it wound up being Hannah Gunson, Katelyn Dorny, Katherine Swihart, and Miranda Day all in the same hotel room. And by an even stranger turn of events, Hannah and I wound up sleeping in the same bed. I believe it was because we were the two of us four that were participating in Camp NaNoWriMo and we were considering staying up later to write.
ANYWAY, I thought it would be wise to give Hannah a fair warning since people I have shared beds with always have... interesting stories to share with me in the morning. Sometimes I push people off in my sleep, sometimes I talk, and one time I woke up holding hands with whoever I was sharing with.
Unfortunately, it didn't do anything to help the situation, because when I woke up, Hannah informed me that in the middle of the night, I mumbled something in my sleep and turned over, waking her up. And then (quite abruptly, I might add), I swung my arm around and smacked her in the shoulder.
This inevitably led to lots of jokes directed towards me regarding what married life for me is going to be like.
(Dear Future Husband,
I am apologizing ahead of time for any strange behaviors I may exhibit in my sleep. Just bear with me, because sometimes I'm nice and you'll wake up in the morning and see that we are holding hands.
Love,
Miranda)
MORAL OF THE STORY: Don't share a bed with your best friend.
