Today when I got home I went to bed right away, just for a little hour nap. I told Dad to wake me up in an hour and I preceded to sleep for two and a half hours. Yea, Dad left for his hair appointment without telling Mom to wake me.
The next thing I know I'm being jolted awake by Mom saying it's six. I thought it was morning, and was depressed until I wrapped my mind around everything. Then I was sad that I hadn't finished my dream. Nora had sent me a big package with tons of presents (all for me), but I hadn't gotten to the opening part before I was awaken.