Are you restless like me?

Last night, because I had nothing better to do, I went to bed at 9. I woke up this morning at 10. For those of you who would rather not do the math, that's 13 hours. I love sleep, and I love weekends.
And, the only reason I woke up was because my mom brought me coffee.

13 hours of sleep, but I can't remember any dreams.
Wait, I do remember a dream. My family was at a hotel of some sort, and Manda and I had some friends with us. I think they were fictional people, not really one of my friends in my conscious-life. I remember my mom gave us money and the key to the hotel room and we were going to go into which ever city we were in. But we didn't have much time. My parents left the hotel and we had to hurry up and get out so we could have time to do stuff, but we needed to make sure we locked the door to the hotel room. We got it all locked and everything and I realized I didn't have any shoes, so we had to go back. I guess it only wasted about twenty minutes in the dream, but I felt really rushed. Then I woke up and it was 2 in the morning, and I fell back asleep.

My clothes are all crooked from sleeping in them.

My mommy brought me a second cup of coffee. :)