Guess what? I never wake up to alarm clocks. And they're usually really close to me.
Guess what happened on Saturday? Did you guess yet? No? Did you guess now? No? Well, guess already!!!
I fell asleep on the couch in our loft (which is on the other side of the upstairs as my bedroom). At 5:03 Saturday morning, I woke up to the alarm clock. Did I mention I never wake up to alarm clocks?
Yeah, that was exciting. I got into my bed and slept for another three hours, so I actually got up at a decent on Saturday. (Although, to be honest, I would have liked to sleep in even later, but eight is better than five).
