The other night I woke up to the feeling that something fell on the side of my face. I simultaneously grabbed "the thing", threw it across the room and sat up in the bed.
"TREY! SOMETHING WAS ON MY FACE!!!"
I reached over and turned on the lamp and lept out of the bed to figure out what it was. Trey got up and began searching the carpet by the bed. I know I grabbed something. And I know I threw it towards the door. But nothing was to be found.
Trey asked me what it felt like. I tried to describe it. I didn't feel anything crawling. I just, all of a sudden, felt something "land" on my left temple. I immediately grabbed it and threw it. In my hand it felt like one of my earplugs (I keep earplugs on the nightstand).
But when I looked on the nightstand, both of my earplugs were still sitting there. I was just mortified that it could have been a spider, or any bug for that matter. I hate them, HATE them, HATE ANY CRITTER.
I am choosing to believe it was an earplug that miraculously landed back on my nightstand as I tried to throw it in my sleepy state. It's either that, or a section of my hair fell on my face and I was in such a state of REM that I didn't realize it was my own hair.
I do not care what anyone else tries to tell me. I refuse to believe it was any type of critter or creepy crawly.
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