Last night, I totally got sleep-wrestled.
With my history, I can understand if you'd think I was referring to my cats. But no. It was my Man. He mumbled something and I think I said: "um. uh??" and he rolled me over. And then back to my original spot and then I heard snoring again. Dude. I had no idea what was going on.
Then this morning, via email:
"Sorry if I woke up from a dream and wrestled with you a bit... I guess it's good that is what I dream about."
Wait, what?
Oh...
Oh ho ho. Well.
Carry on, then.
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