...I fell asleep on the floor?

Okay. A brief moment of sincerity.

At 2:30 this morning I woke up and realized that I was lying on the floor. Now, my floor's a good enough floor -- hardwood tiles, been swept at some point late last year -- but it's not what you'd call 'comfortable'. It doesn't beckon the weary traveller. "Come, recline on me, slumber long and deep," it doesn't seem to say.

Therefore, and for other reasons, I don't make a habit of falling asleep on my floor. And since I'm being sincere I won't go into detail regarding how I ended up there. But when I woke up at 2:30 this morning, cold and somewhat bruised, she was still sleeping on my arm.

That's my memory for today.