Who the Fuck Are You??

So I woke up and found myself in quite the pickle.  There is a total stranger asleep on my couch.

I mean right now, as I am typing this post, she is passed out on my couch.

I'm not sure exactly how to explain my mixed feelings of exhaustion, confusion and utter shock.  Now in her defense, Bassnectar was last night... so, someone being super fucked up on a Tuesday doesn't really surprise me.  (Being so fucked up that you stumble unknowingly into someone else's apartment and sleep on their couch... well, that's another story).

But now I'm faced with a predicament that I truly never thought I'd have to deal with... again.  I mean, I feel like we've all dealt with similar situations in the dorms.  Some drunk fool stumbles into your room because they think they're on the third floor but they're actually on the fourth floor.  But usually, these fools realize that they're not in the right place, say, "Oh, shit, sorry," and leave.

This girl is under the covers.  She took off her shoes, left her keys on the table, found herself a blanket and then passed out on my couch.

She doesn't even go here.

WHAT!?

Now I have no idea what to do.  Do I wake her up and force both of us into an awkward situation in which I don't think I could help myself from exclaiming, "Um, Who the fuck are you!?"

Or do I wait for her to wake up on her own and hopefully out of sheer shame sprint out of my apartment?

Honestly, and I know many of you may disagree, but I'm going with the latter.  It's 8:00 in the morning and Wednesdays are the one day a week I get to sleep in.

Moral of the story?  Don't be that girl who wakes up in a random apartment.  Oh, and for the love of God, lock your doors.