There Was Only One Couch Bed.

Okay, so I've been back from the QWC and it was an amazing, eye-opening adventure, that was for sure! But more on that after this post. This is a little after-post, of the morning after my return from the QWC.

Monday. I get up, bleary-eyed, at 8:30am because I leave around 9:00am for my 9:35am Anthro class. I do my morning schtuff, y'know, brushing my teeth, dress, NOT make my bed, search for my shoes...I manage to find my shoes, but I also manage to trip over my backpack which I'd left lying haphazardly on the ground the night before, with its guts spilling out in the form of loose lecture slides half-pinned throughout a submerged black binder, 1/3 of my pencil case (the end with the kitty head!) peeking out of the front pocket, my cellphone lying out on the ground, having made a full 3/3 of its way out of the front pocket (beating the pencil case by 2/3), and all of the sections of my backpack completely unzipped, all gaping black slitted against the light blue exterior and baring rows of zipper-teeth. Grrr.
Then I look at the time and oh-shoot-I-gotta-get-breakfast and I stumble out to the hallway, past my two roomie's doors into the living room space which is connected to the dining table area which leads into the kitchen. I didn't make it straight to the kitchen though. Because I made an abrupt stop when I arrived at the living room and was suddenly reminded that I had met 2 French guys before I had left on Saturday, and that their departure was not until the end of the week.
I did not see the blue couch bed in the living room suffused in daylight. Instead, I saw a large red blanket over two lumps. Two very close lumps. Unmoving and obscured, and covered by a very red blanket which was also covering the blue-ness of the couch bed. Utter silence.
I tip-toed into the kitchen and made my oatmeal, as quietly as I could, while I as attacked by a random scenario image. I don't think it would have been very comfortable for me to eat at the kitchen table, which is basically part of the living room. Imagine waking up the morning after sleeping with your (guy) friend, and the first thing you see when you open your eyes is a girl sitting at the kitchen table looking right back at you holding up a spoon of oatmeal towards her mouth. (No innuendo/double meanings intended. XP)
It would just be awkward and creepy. Although I find the scenario funny in an awkward and comical way. I hid -stayed- in the kitchen and had my breakfast.