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Amber woke us, barking at around 2a.m. Apparently, there was a ‘critter’ in the garage. We talked about it and decided to wait it out, seeing if she would stop. It seemed like forever, but finally she did and we went back to sleep.
My husband started talking to me next. Since I sleep with my head buried in my pillow, I had to sit up to hear what he was saying. He was angry, telling me to ‘stop throwing water on him.’ I questioned him a bit more, finally deciding that he was dreaming and talking in his sleep. I woke him, then tried to go back to sleep.
There was some kind of cold draft, channeling cold air in a steady stream under the covers. I kept changing positions, sides, and covers, trying to get it to stop, but couldn’t. At that point, I got up and went downstairs to read.
I jumped a foot straight up in the air and would have screamed if any sound would come out when I sensed someone suddenly beside me. My husband realized I was downstairs and decided he would join me. I discussed the fact that speaking to me would have been a good thing, rather than simply appearing there in the middle of the night.
We discussed his dream. Apparently, I had been throwing water on him from the dog’s water dish. There was no ‘why’ – or how I was supposed to be doing that when we were upstairs and the dog’s water dish is downstairs. He had the good grace to look a bit sheepish at that point and smile. We went back upstairs about 4.
I’m sitting here typing, with a cup of coffee that I hope will get me started for the day. May your day be better than mine.
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