Sunday, January 30, 2011

More sleeptalking ...

3 a.m.

I've been lying awake for the last 30 minutes trying to decide if it's worth getting out of bed to turn up the heat. Then I remember that Dave is his own heat source.

Dave stirs in bed.

Yes, I think. He's awake, too.

"I'm so cold!" I say cuddling up to him.

He puts his arm around me, kissing me on the forehead.

"Yes," he says. "And your service as the Green Lantern is appreciated."



Sigh. I can't decide if Dave thinking I'm a superhero in his sleep is an improvement over him thinking I'm a truck driver.