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.