This morning I woke up cuddling my pajama bottoms. How exactly that happened I'm not quite sure. I forgot to mention for Christmas, I got an awesome pair of pajama pants made out of that super soft and fuzzy fleece material that is also really warm and perfect for wearing in the winter.
Since Michigan winters can be a bit cold even with the furnace on, I usually sleep in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a long sleeve t-shirt. Last night I decided to try out my new pajamas. When I went to sleep they were secured tightly around my hips with the draw string. As I slowly woke up I began to take in my surroundings, my first reaction was that I was really comfortable and I didn't want to wake up. It was warm under the blankets, I had a really nice dream that I was coming out of and something warm and fuzzy was pressed against my cheek.....wait a minute, there should not be something fuzzy touching my cheek.
At which point I immediately woke up all of the way to figure out where this strange invasion of fuzziness had come from only to discover that at some point in the night my pajama pants had migrated off my legs and become clutched firmly in my arms. If you've ever woken up to something unusual or out of place then you know it can be a bit disorienting at first. I remember looking at the pants in my hands thinking, hey these are just like the ones I wore to bed last night. *lifts the covers to see I don't have any pants on* These ARE the ones I wore to bed last night, how the hell did that happen and why am I cuddling them??
I can only guess due to them being so warm I kicked them off in my sleep, which is not surprising because I don't like being hot while I'm sleeping and has happened before. I've just never woken up actually cuddling the pants I've kicked off.
It certainly was an interesting way to wake up.