Oddly enough, I woke up around 6:30 p.m. I had fallen asleep sitting up in my bed with the lights on. I was reading “Pride and Prejudice” (yeah, I love it too much, and I have an excuse: it is now my IRP book) and slowly became too tired to focus my eyes on the pages.

It felt good to sleep. The funny thing was, since I had been reading “Pride and Prejudice” as I fell asleep, I continued thinking about the story and basically dreamt about reading it. I could even see the pages, though the words were blurry.