You know those dreams where you're falling and you kinda jump in bed? The ones that feel really real?
This morning I was dreaming that my sister irritated me, and for whatever reason (probably the violence/hostility symptom) I decided to smack her. So I did.
Except it landed on Danny. I woke up somewhere between lifting my arm and hearing the slap on his arm. He thought I was trying to wake him up. I thought it was funny. He disagreed.
However, now I can say we are even... from when he decided to Superman into bed while we were in Denver and punched me in the jaw. While I was sleeping.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
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