I woke up in the middle of the night to find a boy asleep next to me in bed. I thought, oh, that’s nice! I wonder who that is. Hmm. But he’s asleep. Ill ask him in the morning, and settled back into sleep. Seconds later: WAIT, HOW IS THERE A BOY IN MY BED?! WHO IS THIS? I AM FREAKING OUT. I then reached for the boy and tossed him across the room because it turned out he was a pillow all along. This embarassing and somewhat terrifying scene from my personal life is probably brought to you by the fact that I watched a snowboarding documentary before bed and has nothing to do with a dreamlike manifestation of latent loneliness.