I tend to do things in my sleep. I've always been a sleep walker, talker, laugher, etc. Sometimes I'll wake up rifling through my bag, or the bookshelf, seeking out something in my dreams that doesn't exist in real life.
On this particular day I awoke with braids in my hair (having fallen asleep without) and no recollection of putting them there. Then apparently I decided to write about it and draw a picture with one eye open, my head on the pillow, next to the book. It makes for a skewed perspective, which I obviously felt necessary to point out at 6am.
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