Pillow Talk

Tell Me Your Story Tuesday



Pillow Talk 
First, some old country to get you in the mood.

I so wanted to be her when I was 8 years old...or, at least, I wanted her hair!


One night this week, I had a rude awakening...literally. My husband yanked my pillow out from under my head, smiled at me like a loon and rolled over.  Okay, technically, this--> 
is a loon and he looked nothing like that. 

But, that's not the point. 

The point is this happens frequently. 

It's worse when he's been playing hockey. He's "windmill" saved my pillow in the middle of the night, "kick" saved a two-liter bottle of Coke off the coffee table while he was sleeping on the couch, and carried on complete, if incoherent, conversations with me of which he later had no memory. 

The most interesting happened right after we were married. 


I woke in the middle of the night to him petting my hair like I was a Cocker Spaniel and laughing manically. 

If he knew I was telling you all this, he would throw in his own story about the ONE TIME I did something similar. 

He came to bed after I'd been asleep for a while and I demanded to know if he "filled up the forest". 

Yeah, I don't know. I completely remember the conversation and at the time it made perfect sense to  me. The next morning? Not so much. 

So, tell me your story.
Do you talk in your sleep? Walk in your sleep? Get up and dance the Macarena? 

For another interesting sleep story, you can read about the Cookie Monster, Marvin the Martian and why I will never do drugs