To qualify the following story, I should probably share the fact that I have very wacky (sometimes very vivid) dreams and that I am not a very good “waker upper.” I’m often groggy in the morning and will sometimes remember speaking to a person, but have no idea what I said to them. It’s always entertaining to talk to the same person later to see what I said when I had no way to self-edit my end of the conversation!
Anyway, I stayed at the PH’s place last night. His alarm went off before 7 a.m. and he got up to shower. I was sleepy and dozed off again. I thought I woke up a few minutes later, but it was actually 8:20 a.m.– 20 minutes after the PH was supposed to be in the office.
Thinking he was still in the bathroom getting ready and not wanting him to get in trouble for being late, I jumped out of bed to go rush him along. Still not very awake, I noticed the clothes he slept in on the floor. In my stupor, my first thought was that he had melted like the Wicked Witch of the West in “The Wizard of Oz.” I now realize how silly that sounds, but it seemed to make sense in the state I was in at the time.
It turns out the PH returned from the bathroom shortly after getting up, got dressed, kissed me on the forehead and left for work without my waking up. It makes much more sense than him melting in the middle of the bedroom. I’d like to think I would have woken up for that!
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