Slept in a Closet

The title of this post is not an illusion to R. Kelly or anything else, other than my sleeping arrangement on Friday night.

Due to a choir retreat, I spent the night with approximately forty other people at a home on Vashon Island. It was a beautiful house, but as you may imagine, no matter how big and lovely, if you are sleeping forty people in a professor's house, there are going to be people sleeping on the floor.

I desperately wanted some space to myself. And I wanted to actually sleep. And I had arrived too late to stake out a place on the carpeted floor in an actual room. So the closet it was.

I only realized after I arrived home from this retreat that I should have taken a picture of the closet. I tried doing a google image search to come up with something comparable, but all the pictures were too big. That is, the closets in the pictures were too big. So here is my best description of my Friday-night boudoir:

It was triangular shaped, with the hypotenuse being every inch of my 5' 8'' height. Of the other two sides, one was lined with shelves with a little space for my feet at the bottom, and the other was taken up mostly by the door. It was definitely one of the more unique sleeping experiences I have had. On the plus side, I got to be alone--I am pretty sure it would have been physically impossible to fit another human on the floor of that closet.

Needless to say, I was overjoyed to return to my bed last night.