“Daddy! Let’s go outside and play!”
“I can’t right now.”
“I just woke up. You have to give me a few hours for all my bones to settle back into their proper locations.”
Is this what happens when that monster under the bed uses you to practice ventriliquism?
That might explain why I never have this problem: The monster under the bed is afraid of me.
Sounds like a Twister dream…
i’ve been told it looks like i wrestled a bear in my sleep before.
My brother crosses his legs and leans foreword when he sleeps.
That is so me.
Late last year I had a calf muscle tear overnight and somehow never noticed (which is amazing partly because it should have hurt like hades, I don’t sleep well to begin with, and I usually wake up several times a night). I attribute the source of the injury to having walked half a mile the afternoon before, but I felt all right during the walk and after it was over (not great, thanks to chronic illness, but all right). When I woke up the next morning, I wondered if I had somehow been run over by a truck in my sleep.
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