Rain Rain Go Away

I’m not much of a rain-person, being the fact that everytime it rains I always seem to get caught in its downpour. As a result of the downpour, I’ll be drenched, along with my bag and everything I’ll carry in my hand. Umbrellas don’t do any good, they just flip inside out the minute I open them and just causes me to get more drenched.

I don’t mind rain when I ‘m safely tucked into bed, listening to the pitter-patter outside my window. There are times when I wish I had a little alcove in my room, so I could sit on the ledge and cuddle up in a blanket and look out into the rain and be lost in my thoughts.

Last night’s rain was strangely calming. I was in Jasmine’s room and I was lost in my thoughts again and tucked into the nice warm bed. I was reflecting back on how the week went and how this week was going to be a busy week. I didn’t want to think about the week I was about to face, but I sat in bed thinking about cell and I must have dozed off.

Next thing I know was I could hear myself talking, yet I could not stop it and I woke up to Jasmine laughing hysterically and telling me that I was sleep talking. I told her I knew and fell back asleep. This time, I could hear myself saying Cheryl’s name (think it was cause I was thinking of the pasta of Friday night ) but I couldn’t stop myself. It was as if I had no control over my mouth in my half-asleep state. That’s when I woke up again to Jasmine’s laughing and I knew I had sleep talked again.

Talk about being embarressed