As the infomercials make their nightly debut, my fiancee recites some unintelligible nonsense.
She had had a few shots before passing out, and she is a lightweight. She rustles under the covers. That entices me to ask her:
“How are you feeling, baby?”
sleepy and grumbling she replies, “mmhhmmm”
Me: “You feeling alright?”
Her: negatively “nnnhmmm”
Me: “Aw. I love you, baby”
She responds, “shhhhhhhhhh”
Hahaha that made me actually laugh out loud. She says some funny stuff when she is asleep. And I don’t need reassurance. Surely her unconscious mind isn’t openly saying what it has always wanted to say. Saying that my love should be shushed away, ignored and resented. Surely….
G’night!
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