It was Tilly, admonishing me that in case of fire, to abandon my shoes and save myself.
Huh, I thought. Is this a premonition kind of thing?
Can't be, I decided, keeping my eyelids firmly wedges closed. Tilly doesn't have full control over her five senses, much less make use of a sixth.
So even through the thick fog of exhaustion, I still managed to protest.
"No! My shoes come with me!"
No, Loren, saving your life is more important.
"Noooo!" I groaned pitifully.
I swear that I would have started throwing a fit if Tilly had insisted on convincing me to not save my shoes in a disaster. I was feeling pernickety enough.
Luckily, she laughed at my how hopeless my situation was, and shooed me off to sleep.
I am sorry, Tilly, I know you are looking out for my best interests, but I am looking out for the best interests of my shoes. And that to me, means them being by my side, come hell or bankruptcy.