well-dressed foolish ideas

So I went to sleep last night a bit late. Not that this is any of your business, but I'm gonna tell you anyways. I went to sleep wearing boxers, a hooded sweatshirt (because I love a stiff neck in the morning, okay?), and socks. My hair was in a ponytail.

I woke up startled and worried about the time from a dream that I was particularly enjoying that involved sex, and good sex at that. I hadn't set my alarm, so the waking up was likely a good thing, but why couldn't the dream sex have finished?

I woke up wearing only one sock. The one I wasn't wearing was folded and neatly placed beneath one of my pillows. ... What? It was sitting on top of my hair band that, last night, held my hair in a ponytail.

I woke up at the normal time I wake up these days for work. And I wanted to go back to sleep, but I couldn't be bothered to set an alarm for 30 minutes later. So I listened to my kitten run around in my living room chasing what can only be one of my boots.

I'll give you three guesses as to what happened to me last night.