Another lazy day… (we went to the Copt Museum and saw relics of about 12 Copt saints (some of which we know, like St. George)).
Last night, as I was falling asleep, I had this half-dream— it's basically RIGHT after I fall asleep and I'm usually doing something banal in this dream, like lying on the edge of my bed or… walking on the sidewalk.
Well, in this half-dream, I'm walking on the sidewalk, and I'm thinking, "Wow, this is a really wet sidewalk."
And so I slip on this sidewalk, and I wake up in bed with a gasp and I'm like, "What time is it? How much time has passed?"
Ioan grumbles from his bed that not even ten minutes have passed, and I kind of gasp out the entire story. You see, slipping on a sidewalk and falling backwards is NOT the nicest way to wake up in the middle of the night.
It did, however, make for a most hilarious and entertaining story.
(Speaking of stories, I have another idea. I should really write these down.)