Almost every night, Kev and I interrupt our dreams with a bathroom break.
I'm not sure if it's because we are water drinkers, or because we have the tiniest of bladders..
but the trips are usually inconvenient.
Sometimes we talk (more like tiredly mumble),
and other times we just stare blankly at each other like deer in the headlights.
This was our conversation last night.
3:21 A.M.
Kevin: are you okay?
Katie: yeah, I just had a nightmare that a crazy murderer was trying to kill our family.
Kevin: a crazy hoarder?
Katie: no, mur-der-er.
Now that would have been scary.
hahahahah i just pictured the whole thing in my head and your little sleepy voice talking. presh.
ReplyDeletethis sounds to familiar! except i'm the one that has the crazy dreams and has to have bathroom breaks. haha
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