When I woke up, I found myself kissing the celling.
"Davey, I'm going to kill you." I whispered, the last thing the fuzz man needs is a disfigured face, because his telekinetic friend, dropped him when he woke up. You see, my best friend/roomie, has a nasty habit of sleep-telekinesis, which means I often times find myself randomly floating around the room, and has says I'm a bad roomie.
After what felt like an eternity, the professor woke his boy up for something, and I get settled softly onto my bed, where I gladly fall back to sleep.
Author's note
Sorry about the shortness, but I hope that you enjoyed the humor.