Something really strange happened last night around 12:30 a.m. I've gotten into the habit of moving to the downstairs bedroom during the night, as I often have a hard time falling back to sleep around 2 or 3 a.m. That way, if I'm tossing and turning I don't disturb the sleep of the Dear One.
Last night I woke up a little and realized that the quilts were quite rumpled. I like my covers to be smooth, so I started adjusting them, smoothing them out. It seemed that there was a layer of quite rumpled quilts to my right, so I reached out to straighten them and my hand encountered a body! I shrieked! And that woke both us of up. I was still in our bed with Jim, not in the downstairs bedroom alone.
He claims I mauled him somewhat, although I have no memory of that!
I apologized, hoping he could go back to sleep without too much trouble, and I went downstairs to finish the night in the spare bedroom. My heart was pounding from the fright I'd had, but after a while I calmed down enough to go back to sleep.
It reminded me of another funny incident that happened during the night many years ago. I must have been having some weird dream, because I suddenly sat up in bed, took my pillow and whacked Jim over the head. That woke him up, of course. And in a pitiful voice he asked, "Why did you do that?" And that woke me up.
Who knows what will happen when you go to sleep!
Last night I woke up a little and realized that the quilts were quite rumpled. I like my covers to be smooth, so I started adjusting them, smoothing them out. It seemed that there was a layer of quite rumpled quilts to my right, so I reached out to straighten them and my hand encountered a body! I shrieked! And that woke both us of up. I was still in our bed with Jim, not in the downstairs bedroom alone.
He claims I mauled him somewhat, although I have no memory of that!
I apologized, hoping he could go back to sleep without too much trouble, and I went downstairs to finish the night in the spare bedroom. My heart was pounding from the fright I'd had, but after a while I calmed down enough to go back to sleep.
It reminded me of another funny incident that happened during the night many years ago. I must have been having some weird dream, because I suddenly sat up in bed, took my pillow and whacked Jim over the head. That woke him up, of course. And in a pitiful voice he asked, "Why did you do that?" And that woke me up.
Who knows what will happen when you go to sleep!
Great story!
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