I was visiting Washington DC and was originally supposed to stay with a childhood friend. However his girlfriend was not happy about that so I had to find a place to stay last minute. At the time I was very annoyed about this, but after the story I am about to tell you I should be thanking her.
I booked a hostel last minute and my flight arrived quite early in the day, so I had a few hours to kill before checking in. I decided that instead of staying at the airport that I’m going to make my way to the hostel to see if I could hang out at the lounge area and maybe catch some sleep while I wait for my check in time.
I arrive and I am dead tired so I curl up in a chaise (I’m 5’1” and quite slim and petite so I fit anywhere) and fall asleep.