The Princess And The Pea

I got out of bed this morning and a little later I went to make the bed (where that means pulling the comforter back over the part of the bed I slept in, not lots of folding and tucking) and there where I'd just been sleeping was a big yellow colored pencil. Hard to believe I could have slept happily on that, but there you go.

[UPDATE: I was thinking about this at the gym and have concluded that it must have rolled off the covers and onto the sheets after I got out of bed. I was reading and highlighting some work stuff in bed the other night and must have left it on the covers. There's no way I could have slept on it. This is a far more satisfactory hypothesis. The fact that this is what I think about while at the gym, rather than the Israeli-Palestinian conflict or modern jurisprudence or the election strategies of our presidential candidates, is why I'll never amount to much. But at least I don't sleep on colored pencils. Probably.]