Philip has been working nights for several months now, so the opportunities I have to hear him talk in his sleep have been few and far between. This morning I stayed in bed a little later than usual, and when I finally checked the time on my phone and ninja-jumped out of bed, P was fast asleep next to me. I say ninja-jumped, but these days my "get out of bed quick" moves are the equivalent of a walrus rolling into the surf: groans, huffs, and puffs included. Here's what happened:
Me: *rolled over and put my head on P's stomach*
Philip: that's enough for me
Me: What?
Philip: stop putting that crap on me...
Me: What crap?
Philip: that sunblock stuff, I don't need any more
Me: Okay, I'll stop
If I had not dozed off for a few more seconds I think I could have gotten a better conversation/story out of him, but still, this one was funny. Maybe he was dreaming of being on vacation?
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