It was around 3:30am and I was a little tired, so I decided to take a nap. (Yes, now that I am a creature of the night sleep when it is dark is called naps). I go upstairs, use the restroom, and make my way back to the bedroom. Since we are on opposite sleep schedules, and I normally sleep on the couch anymore, the bed has really become a 1 person sleeping area. I lay down between my wife and her big body pillow that is pretty much taking up where I would normally sleep. I start to get comfortable, and the wife starts shifting.
Now I am expecting one of two things, either some sweet nothings as she tells me she loves me or something that makes absolutely no sense because, well, that is what she does when she is sleeping and is almost brought out of it. What do I get? "Don't knock my fucking pillow on the floor." Followed by a brief explanation about how she does not want cat fur or dirt on it and something about pillow cases. I assure her I won't even though I am not sure she is awake enough to understand me and go back to getting comfortable. And about 30 seconds after I am settled and have stopped moving, "You threw it on the floor, didn't you?"
I love my wife.
