Well, goodness me -- this is the first time this has happened to me! Which causes me to worry, privately, if I have crossed a line into becoming an elderly person -- someone to whom things happen that never happened to them before!
Last night, I settled myself in bed, sitting up against a stack of pillows, with my quilts tucked cozily over me, a book open on my knee, and a cup of piping hot, sweet tea to drink. A sure-fire recipe for a good night's sleep, or so you would think! After about three pages of the book (a new library book)I, apparently, fell fast asleep, and tipped the whole mug of tea over onto myself, soaking the quilts, the pajamas I was wearing, the mattress, and even the corners of my pillows. That woke me, you may be sure, but I was so very soundly asleep, that it took me several seconds to figure out what had happened. Even when I had, I just wanted to continue sleeping, and so I put the book and the cup on the bedside table and curled up to go back to sleep. But as the large wet spots I was surrounded by began to turn icy-cold, I soon woke up all the way! Got up, changed my pajamas, pulled my old quilt from a pile and went back to sleep.
Therefore, when I woke this morning and got out of bed, I simply tossed the still-damp quilts back so that everything could dry.
Now, I take a cup of tea to bed with me, every night. And I frequently fall asleep over the book I have also taken. But I have never combined the two things with the falling asleep -- the tea is always on the bedside table when I wake up and realize that the lights are still on and its three in the morning. So am I now officially an old lady? Will I be wetting the bed soon?