Bed-Hog

I feel like that should be middle name after last night.
I had to get up at 3:45am Wednesday morning after only 4hrs of sleep to go to the Netherlands for dance. I made it home by 7pm – hung out with Brody and was in the middle of watching Spaceballs (both for our first time – lol – don’t know how we both managed to make it this long without seeing it!) when I knew I couldn’t fight my exhaustion any longer. I was in bed and completely out by 10pm.
I woke up completely confused when the alarm suddenly goes off. I shut it off – but I can’t see what time it is because it’s dark and when I press the glow light the numbers fade because the battery is dying.
Then all of the sudden Brody comes into the room and lays down. Now I’m really confused. What time is it and where have you been? He says 3:45 – and I’m like huh? I told him to stop messing with my head and then repeated my question to him about why he wasn’t in bed before.
He tells me that I hadn’t turned off the alarm from the previous morning, and when he had tried to come to bed – he couldn’t because I was all over it. I said “why didn’t you push me over?” He says, “I tried, but you pushed back – so I was sleeping on the couch.” I felt so horrible – and I have absolutely no recollection of this happening – but I must have made it a rough night for him because it’s 9:30am, I got up at 7, and he’s still sleeping – which hardly ever happens. I’m so sorry Brody!