When I was about 16 I put this massive shelf up in my bedroom, humongous plank, thick wood, 2" thick, mahogany probs, painted it white rawlplugged into wall, no prob, all my craap on it, over my bed headboard, was there a year 18 months or so...
Anyway, sat morn. I was typical teenager slept till 14:00 easy, mostly 11:00-12:00 tho. This one time tho I got up up 8:00am and felt like something was out of kilter, had brekkie, mum and dad (RIP Mum, RIP Dad, love you both though I never said it, wish I had) all remarking about why I'm up so early....
Anyway, crash bang wallop upstairs, we all ran up, and my shelf had totally fallen off the wall, lying over my bed. Wood was so heavy and thick and positioning meant it would have twaaaated my forehead, I think it would have killed me, or at least made me an Audi driver or Benny.
But what made me get up early that one day?