22 November 2011

Sleep-ringing...

I woke up this morning with a ring on my finger.  It wasn't there when I went to sleep.  In fact, it was about 20 feet away in my closet.

Interestingly, even unconscious, I apparently recognized the ring belonged on my right, not left, hand.  

3 comments:

Janell said...

I woke the other night with someone else's kid in my bed. I couldn't get either the kid to leave my bed or the mom to wake up and get the kid. I bet you slept better with that ring than I did with the kid.

susan said...

Maybe it wasn't you, maybe you have a hermit living in your apartment who likes to dress you up at night.

Sara said...

My precious . . .