The other night when I couldn’t fall asleep, I did what I used to do when I was a kid, and I put my head at the foot of the bed and my feet at the head of the bed.
I fell asleep immediately just as I always used to do, but apparently being married changes things. So whereas I used to sleep soundly “upside” down all night, Mike inadvertently woke me up (and pissed me off) when he started searching blindly for more covers in the middle of the night, in the process ripping the pillow I’d comfortably been snoring on directly out from under my head, on accident sure, but nonetheless, it was certainly a jarring way to be roused.
I was also a bit offended by the similarity he apparently finds between my feet and my face.
Oh well. He put a ring on it, so now he’s stuck with me regardless.
