I Sleep Way Too Well

Summary

My biggest problem is that I sleep too well. So well, in fact, that I can be thrown into a survival horror game and still be dead asleep in four seconds flat.

A blood-drenched little girl stood at the foot of my bed, but my snores were loud enough to shake the walls.

The corpse of a hanged woman in a painting opened its eyes at midnight, only to see me grinding my teeth in my sleep.

When I got too hot in the middle of thenight, I rolled over and wrapped my arms around something cool and firm to the touch. It felt nice.