Dreamin'

Buds sat up in bed the other night talking about “We’re going to run down this road. Yes, the race is on.”

That pales in comparison to the time he turned to me in the middle of the night and yelled in a rockin’ voice, “I’m OVER radio. I’m all about MTV!”

I was going to tease him about the running dream, but then last night happened.

I was squished between he and Yessa, and they were both so freakin’ hot! I was dead asleep, and I wanted more room and more air.

In a very cranky voice, I started asking him, “Are you getting up to take care of the window?!”

In the few moments where I was between awake and asleep, I could feel him chuckling and agreeing with me, and I realized I was telling him to get up, mix up some wood shavings to put between the glass panes of a window, and could he do that in pumpkin flavor, please?!

It made total sense at the time, and with that statement, I lose any opportunity to tease him about talking in his sleep any time soon.