Writer's Block: Beyond Our Ken
One time would be when I was in my apartment, on the couch in the living room, napping. I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder and say my name, very loudly and clearly. Loud enough to wake me up and I sleep like a rock. I looked around and saw that my roommate was in her bedroom. And the way our apartment was set up, there was no way she could've done that and gotten to where she was by the time I woke up. There's a lot more that I could say, but it's late and I'm tired. The end.