tubularrrrrr duuuuuuude

I wake up and walk outside. Amy is sleeping... on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Then I go put my bagel in the toaster. Next thing I know, Amy is gone. But where to? The bedroom, clearly. She is under her blanket, with her feet sticking out the end. She hears me enter the room, opens her eyes, stares at me for about 15 seconds and sleepily says, "I live in a tube." Wait, what? You live in a tube? Go figure.