My feller does this thing that is both incredibly adorable and endearing and slightly annoying. Thankfully, it’s more adorable and endearing than annoying, and it makes me smile when I think about it.

I am, historically, a very deep sleeper. Ask anyone who has ever experienced me sleeping. We used to joke that I could sleep through a zombie attack, because I can sleep through anything. AN-Y-THING. Except, it seems, my feller crawling into bed with me. Sometimes, I’m so passed out that I miss him coming to bed, but that’s a rarity. And for some reason, I’m not sure I understand the logic here, but he thinks that the wee hours of the morning after I’ve already been asleep for quite awhile is an appropriate time to converse with me. I LOVE that he wants to talk to me and tell me about whatever’s going on in his head at the moment, but I do kind of wish it could wait until I’m conscious, because honestly? It’s kind of a miracle that I EVER remember anything we talk about; I may be moving and responding to him, but I’m not REALLY awake.

Like just this weekend, he woke me up at 445 am Sunday morning to ask me to get him a chocolate milkshake, and he wanted it RIGHT NOW, and he wanted ME to go get it for him, nevermind that I can think of no place that sells chocolate milkshakes at that hour of the morning. But we also talked about how he’s looking forward to reading Kraken because he really like China Mieville’s monster books, and he’ll be able to read it in a couple of days. And I just found out last night we also had a conversation this weekend about him finishing a video game that I don’t remember.

And then the morning after our bedtime conversations, I have to spend several minutes deciding if we ACTUALLY had a conversation at 445 am about chocolate milkshakes or if I dreamed that.