I woke up on the floor. I wasn’t surprised by this since it happens quite frequently. This night, however, was different. I had dozed off while reading “Good Night Moon” for the millionth time so I could memorize it. I looked around my room and sure enough, the book was perched atop my covers, mocking me. This was not going to to be a good day. I went downstairs and tripped over my strategically placed cat. She did not want me to pet her after that. At breakfast, I choked on a rogue Cheerio. When I brushed my teeth, a spider appeared next to my bare foot. I finished brushing my teeth in the downstairs bathroom. The car door closed on my finger. I got hit in the face with an overinflated dodgeball and it got worse from there. My science lab report got torn in my backpack and got a facefull of snow when I slipped on ice. I came home with cuts and bruises everywhere. My mom asked what happened. I said that I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.