I woke up this morning around 5:28 am. For some reason, my back was itchy enough to wake me out of my sleep. I tossed around a bit to try and rub it away with the covers.
No Luck.
I laid still to try and fall back asleep, but I couldn't get my mind off my back itching and tingling.
Something had to be done.
So with that, I got up and staggered into the bathroom, looking for something to scratch my back.
Turned on the light and was blinded momentarily. Then I had one of those moments where I questioned weather or not I was actually awake or if I was just dreaming.
Why the hell was I staggering around the bathroom desperate to find a back scratcher.
alas, I looked into the shower and found the brush on a stick.
Heaven sent.
After the deed was done, I moved to put it back but I paused.
Still in my half asleep stupor, I decided I might need it again if I woke up. So I turned out the lights and took it to bed with me.
And that's how I woke up this morning with the shower brush in hand.
My birthday was on the 18th, I'm 27 now. Past couple years I've been posting on my birthday, this year I've been to busy to do so, If that's any sign of the times and how my life is progressing. I'm sure I'll read this next year and laugh on my birthday.