Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…
I've done it twice now, so that makes me a dumbass. It was warm last night as I finally logged out of World of Warcraft and headed to bed. I live in an old apartment complex, one where you either have sweet refrigerated air or you have heat, one or the other, never both. I checked to see if the AC might be on, as even with the windows open it was feeling rather stuffy in my humble abode. It wasn't on, but it was blowing a nice cool breeze out of the vent and I figured that this was better than nothing. I brushed my teeth and went to bed.
I awoke in an inferno, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. As I imagined flames leaping up around me I launched myself from bed and turned off the thermostat. I then went back to bed. I awoke in an inferno, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. Goddamnit, the first one had been a dream, but it was no less hot and hell like in my bedroom.
As had happened once previously, a few days ago, the gentle cool air coming out of the vents had turned over to sweltering heat at some point in the night. I should have known this would happen and I should never have turned on the thermostat, but I'm a dumbass. I'd like to think I'm naively optimistic, but I don't think that's the case. Fortunately, I have a box fan that I run at night for a white noise effect, so I popped open the window and situated the fan on the sill. Shortly thereafter a nice cold breeze was extinguishing the flames and I went back to sleep. I awoke this morning freezing, but I just bundled up in the covers and hit the snooze button.