Sometimes they need to do more than just poke me... The most infamous stories come from my senior year of high school. Two incidents in particular, one was in Dallas, while visiting UT Austin, Al & I were staying with his father on our way there. It was a pretty long day of driving, and we didn't exactly get to sleep early, but had to wake up pretty early. Apparently they tag-teamed trying to wake me up, it was that bad. Saying my name rather loudly, etc. The other time was the morning of our graduation practice. Before practice was the senior breakfast. My mom was there helping serve the breakfast. I was in bed sleeping (bad alarm clock!). My mom tryed to call me on the phone, but that didn't wake me up. She finally had to drive home and shout at me to get me up.

I think I'm a little better than that now. So perhaps a firm nudge from an angel would do it most the time. But it does give a good explaination as to why my covers are always way out of wack. If only I would've known when I was younger so I could've told my mom "The angels messed up my bed!" :).