As I've mentioned before, sometimes I talk in my sleep. Jeffrey is usually not very amused with this little trait of mine because it usually ends up costing him some sleep. Luckily, last night the thing I said was so weird and random, he ended up laughing instead of being mad at me.
Apparently, in the middle of the night, I woke up, quickly sat up on my hands and knees and said, "I'm so worried there's something in the bed."
Jeffrey said, "I think it's just us in the bed--do you want to lay back down and go to sleep?"
I did. Not one more word was uttered.
Why is my subconscious so weird?
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