My mom was constantly nagging me about my messy bedroom when I lived with her. She said I never put anything away and was always yelling at me to pick up my clothes off the floor. She would joke that you could tell where I removed my clothes because my pants would still be standing in its upright position, as if they were waiting for me to just slip my legs in the next day. This morning, after a very late night, I rolled over in my bed, looked at my floor and saw:
My pants standing upright with my boots still in them. It almost looks like midget pants.