Wait

I never really considered myself a heavy sleeper until today. I came home from my night shift this morning and promptly fell asleep. When I woke up around 4 in the afternoon, I walked out of my room, then stopped in my tracks.

My thought process went something like this:

Wait, where is our furniture?

Wait, did we get robbed?

Wait, only Stacey's furniture is missing.

Wait, she does have a key and was going to move her stuff out.

then...

Wait, someone was moving furniture out of the house 20 feet away from where I was sleeping and I didn't even wake up?

I've decided to be a little bit concerned about this.