the most random place to sleep

Today at work I came across a person asleep under one of the study tables. 

I work in a library... not a hotel. 

At first I was really shocked to come across someone completely zonked out.

 The shock wore off real fast.

My next rational desire was to pull out my phone and take a picture.

he woke up. 

I can imagine his shock; waking up to a girl staring and laughing at you with her phone out.

 I didn't know what to do next so I just kinda ran away and pretended like my services were needed elsewhere.

This is after we made full eye contact.

He had a look of disturbance on his face, can't imagine why...

unfortunately I didn't get a picture.
DEPRESSING. 

Seeing him under that table reminded me of all the random places my parents used to find me sleeping. The reason I had the urge to take a picture is because my parents used to take pictures of me asleep all the time: 

Falling asleep with goggles on is not the best idea one can think of. They cut my circulation completely off. My mom recalls waking me up and seeing that my eyes were completely swollen and some what purple, removed the goggles and simply let me go back to sleep. 

I don't know why I had them on even. Clearly I was not planning on going swimming anytime soon. I would've been fully equipped with my pool floaties if that were the case.   

This is just funny. I'm glad my mom got the camera out before attempting to cover up her immodest 5 year old daughter. 

I can't even tell you how many pictures my mom has taken of me while I am sleeping. She thinks it is really funny for some reason. 

I blame her for all of my socially unacceptable behaviors. 

My sister claims I am the worst bed sharer ever. 

To that I say, it isn't my fault I wet the bed.

Not anymore though!  

And it isn't my fault that I enjoy sleeping in an L position. 

It is somewhat displayed here. 

I love to have my head father forward than my knees. 

Prime sleeping position. 

One time when me and my sister were sharing a bed, I accidentally had an accident (wordy I know). 

I just kept telling her to scoot over every five minutes or so, until there was no where else to go and the bed was soaked. 

OOPS.

She got revenge by bringing her rabbit into our room and letting it play on the bed while I was asleep. 

The rabbit had an accident as well. 

It was aiming for me. 

I spent the next hour in the bathtub, waiting for my mom to come home and actually do something about this. 

I was six and would not stand for rabbits in my bed.