The third day I told friends I would go to a fireside with them an hour later, but just needed a quick nap. I woke up with my room in shambles, my sheets on the floor, and my mattress with nothing but me on it.

I later learned that my mother had swung by and after 16 hours got worried and tried to wake me up by literally trying to do anything, including pouring water on my head, to wake me up. She had something come up and had to leave suddenly, and was returning to my house to check on me when I wandered out, very confused about how I had gained an hour.