Another sleep talking story? Don’t mind if I do!
Ken has a bad habit of holding onto the covers and rolling over, so I end up like this in the middle of the night-
. . . except for worse. The other night he had pulled the covers so much that he barely had any covers because the blanket was so far over. I gave the usual tug on the blanket, but he had the blanket in a death-grip. We had a mini tug-a-war battle for a good 60 seconds before he finally let go. He then sat up and said, “Seriously?! I’m trying to sleep here!”
Woooooh. Excuse me. Nothing like a cranky sleep talking husband. Ha.