I climbed into bed last night and held really really still while the bed warmed up. When the temperature was right, I snuggled up and got comfy with my book. I hung in there for almost a whole weird, boring chapter. But, after nodding off a few times I gave up and turned off the light. I was asleep in seconds.
I have a vague recollection of Doodle Dog coming in and settling in at the foot of the bed. Okay, Doodle. As long as you don’t hog the bed ’cause I am dog tired.
Next thing I know, Husband was shaking my shoulders. What! Go away, I am asleep. Then he was shaking my shoulders again. To provide you with some background, I have a history of displaying a significantly nasty disposition when woken, so he didn’t say anything to me. He just shook my shoulders until I responded, and then beat a hasty retreat. What? Why? Wait. Where am I? Is this Pickles’ room? How did this happen? How come I can see? Do I still have my contacts in? What time is it? Oh, for Pete’s sake. I have on jeans and a sweater and I am in Pickles’ bed! There is Pickles right next to me snoozing away. I remember now, I was reading to him. I was reading him a boring book hours ago and we both went to sleep and that was all she wrote. Ugh. Now I have to wake up and go to bed.