Can't... Get... Up...

So I was in college. It was Wednesday of my first week. My first class of the day was English.

I was sitting in the middle of that cramped classroom doing whatever writing exercise the teacher tried to get us to do, and I was finding it difficult.

Eventually I got up and went to the washroom. As I walked in I noticed that someone else from the class was walking in a pair towards that same washroom, and I hoped he wouldn't come in because there was no partition between the only two urinals and they were rather close together. This meant that obviously, he came in and instead of waiting patiently just used it. I angled my body so he wouldn't see anything and waited for him to leave before I went to the sink to wash up.

By the time I got back to the classroom it as 10:25 and English class had been done for 25 minutes. It sure didn't feel that long. The teacher had opened my binder to my class schedule to see what was going on, and noticed that I had a free period at ten. I was relieved, because I was unaware of this.

So I went back to my dorm room and tried to fall asleep for a half hour. When time came to get to my 11am math class, I found my left leg was asleep and wouldn't move. I tried everything to get it to move and nothing. I even jokingly cast dispel on my leg, hoping that maybe borrowing from a video game would work, but it didn't work either.

I started cursing and saying "wake up! wake up! wake up!" And my body replied "but Adam, it's early on a Sunday morning!" And then I said "wait what?"

And then I woke up.