Sleep Photographing

I hate that feeling when you wake up to urgency, like when you jump out of bed ten minutes after your class time.  Times that by ten, and that’s how confused I was when I woke up at 2 a.m. to a prerecorded message from a monotone man telling me to quickly find my nearest exit while the fire alarm screeched in the background.

It kind of felt like sleep walking, and I had to ask myself quite a few times if I was dreaming.  I dont really remember what sort of logic told me to put on shoes, because I was incredibly confused. It’s times like these when you find out whats really important to people. One girl grabbed a blanket so she wouldnt freeze, another girl had a teddy bear. My roomate told me as we were evacuating that she turned around to make sure I had gotten out, saw a girl sleepwalking with a camera plastered to her face, and knew I was OK.

It ended up not being a real fire. Im not too sure what happened actually. My pictures suck. But my other roomate told me that she thinks taking pictures for me has become more natural than breathing, and I took that as just about the highest compliment anyone could give.