When I was 19, I was the victim of a devious prank at a sleepover because I was the first one to fall asleep. My friends used that to their advantage, knowing that I am a heavy sleeper, and it would not disturb me. Normally, I would have expected them to put shaving cream on my hand and tickle my face so I would smear it all over, but on this particular night, it was different. It changed my outlook on their tatics for the rest of my life. I was wearing my sleeping pjamas to keep myself warm under the coldest day in December in New York City. I was resting after indulging in some pizza pockets, and watching Transformers with my friends Earl, Jake, Steven, and Brian.
All of them was either the same age as me or younger, but not by much. Anyways, I went to sleep at 11 o'clock at night, and it was refreshing and cozy in the bed at the guest room. After drifting off to a peaceful bliss, the rest of the story was told by my friends, so before I continue, I am wondering if you want to hear the story in my point of view or in their point of view because either way is possible.
TBC