I just want my bed, please.

I freaked Paul out this morning. I jumped out of bed in a daze, crashed into the hallway wall, and said “We gotta go, Namine has therapy!”

He said to me, “You didn’t say anything last night.” I still had no clue what the heck was going on. He said “Take a breath.”

And I said, “She doesn’t have therapy until 10.”

He said, “Okay, do you want me to get Namine up?” Still in a daze, I said yeah.

That’s my morning.