Crashed on My Sofa

Yesterday night, around 9 o'clock, I lied down on my sofa knowing that it would be dangerous.
Then, about six hours later, I wake up thinking like "Oh, I did it again." (That's why I'm writing for yesterday's post now.)

These days, I often crash on the sofa. I succumbed to a feeling of weariness and fell asleep on it, even its size is not as big as my whole body (it's a love sofa).

Well, maybe it's a good thing because in this way, I get up very naturally without loafing around in my bed over half an hour.