Ok, so I don’t normally blog, but something weird happened to me, so I felt it would make an interesting story. Ok, so I lost my shirt. While I was sleeping. Its becoming increasingly common for me, that if I go to sleep with a shirt on, when I wake up in the morning, it’s not on my body, it’s on a chair or something. Now this is fine, because it’s been happening in my small college apartment. And I figure, I probably get hot at night, I guess, even though it’s really not that hot, and my sleep self just takes it off to cool off.
But on Thursday, I came home to my parent’s house for my birthday, which we’re celebrating tomorrow. So, on Thursday night, I went to sleep, in my room, and when I woke up, not only was my shirt not on my body, it wasn’t in my room. Now here’s the thing, at home, I sleep on a loft bed, which is like a bunk bed, only there’s no bottom bunk. And I have my fan, which I keep running, which is right above the ladder. So in order to get into my bed, I crawl under/or lean over to avoid the fan, and when I get out of bed, I slide under it, down the ladder. Now, I repeat, when I woke up, my shirt was not in my room. That means I slid down the ladder, consciously avoiding the fan. I took of my shirt, opened my door, and went somewhere in my house (I hope) and hid my shirt somewhere. Then I went back into my room, crawled under the fan, and went back to bed. So, that’s weird.
I searched my room, and my shirt isn’t there. My parents have been keeping an eye out for it, and they haven’t seen it. I’m actually open to the possibility that the shirt is not even in my house. I mean, what if I went somewhere? I mean I’m probably jumping the gun or something, but you know, it’s weird, that I managed to lose a shirt, that I was wearing while asleep. So, my subconscious probably took over, and had me sleep walk to some place, possibly outside of my house (probably not though) and hid my shirt.
There is a scenario that I prefer, because it’s sexier. What if, there’s this supernatural ghost lady, who’s like super hot, and always naked, and she just loves having sex with me while I’m asleep, but she doesn’t like it when I wear a shirt. So on Thursday night, after she finished sucking me off, she was feeling extra kinky, so she’s like: “Man, I’m gonna sleep in his shirt.” So she takes my shirt with her to her paranormal dimension or something, and still has it.
That’s what I like to think happened. But it’s probably the first scenario. So yeah, THAT happened to me. So what do you Internet goblins think happened? And also, if you find my shirt, please let me know. It’s a very thin shirt (I don’t even need it to be wet for my nips to show) and it’s light grayish/whitish. It has an Autobot symbol on, and it’s from Universal Studio’s Orlando.
Alright, peace out.