One morning, I was rudely awakened by a slap in the face
. Still groggy
from sleep, I wasn't sure exactly what happened. Then, just as suddenly, I was slapped again. This was pissing me off. The only person who could possibly be slapping me was my Dad
, and even that was close to the furthest thing from my mind. In an attempt
to block any further assaults, I started to get up.
Wham! I got punched right in the face, just under my eye. "What the FUCK?!" I shouted. Now fully awake, I jumped up, looked around... and realized no one was in the room. A quick check of my faculties revealed the truth. Both my arms were completely dead - the circulation cut off passed the point of pins and needles. I had fallen asleep with my arms under my pillow, and my brain apparently sent the 'punch yourself in the face' signal to my arms. But since I couldn't feel my arms, I thought it was someone else.
After about fifteen minutes my arms returned to normal, but I was left with a nice bruise on my face. I told anyone who asked that I got hit with a basketball.