You're lying there at 11:47 PM, finally warm, finally comfortable, and your brain decides to remind you that you once called your high school teacher "Mom" and then tried to play it off by calling her "Mom" two more times to make it seem intentional. Your body goes rigid. You're now awake for the next ninety minutes, trapped in a conversation that ended in 2009, trying to convince yourself that she probably forgot it happened the day after and definitely didn't mention it at the staff lounge. Spoiler: she did.