Doesn’t sleep well with others…allegedly

 

 

Conversation (allegedly) between HG and Myself while he was watching TV in bed and I was asleep.

 

HG: “OMG, what is wrong with your feet? why do they feel like that?, why are your talons wrapped around my ankle?”

Me: (allegedly, in what was told me as a creepy witchy whisper)  “It’s because I tiptoe barefoot thru your dreams at night  like a T-Rex”

And then allegedly  I giggled in an evil manner and turned over and went back to a deep slumber.

I told him I was being cute. like an Otter.  They hold hands whilst they sleep so as not to get separated.  He told me Otters have cute feet and mine could be used as a weapon…

I don’t think HG appreciates just how much I want to snuggle him in my sleep.