Junkyard 3 Week 4

I never remember falling asleep. It's one of those things that you just know you do because the comforter wrinkles in the morning and you open to some guy talking through wavelengths. Most nights, I wake up with my computer open, Netflix asking if I want to "continue watching, go back to browse, or play from the beginning." I click "continue watching" to see who Ross married in that episode, or what Monica needed to clean. Sometimes, my quilt ends up on the right side of my bed, crumpled and unused. That sinking feeling appears between 8:30 and 9, when I melt into the pillow and somehow the bed feels the warmest, like hot coffee, or the moment when you try to cool off your overheated computer on frozen legs.