Last night I woke from a dead sleep, parched with thirst. I fumbled for the water bottle next to the bed and enjoyed that middle-of-the-night drink of water that is always so so much better than a daytime drink of water. Why is that?
I must have made some kind of noise, because Drew said, “Is that…is that water?”
I handed it over. He drank all but a mouthful (terrible habit) and then handed it back, and said, “Now hurry, hurry, go back to sleep. Don’t waste it.”
This morning when the alarm went off, I said, “It’s 6:00. Are you getting up?”
He said, “Yes, turn the alarm off.”
I said, “No, I’m setting it to snooze.”
To which he replied (sounding totally hurt), “Aw, come on! Don’t be like that.”
Then I think we both slept for another 9 minutes.
For all I know, he was actually awake for both of these. I mean they’re not THAT farfetched.
