I talk in my sleep. Oftentimes, with my eyes opened. Paul is a bit sadistic, and he will prompt me to talk to him sometimes, just to see what I'll say.
The other night, he came to bed after me, and I initiated a conversation with him, a conversation I do not remember:
"Who have you been squeezing?" I demanded.
He laughed, and I asked him again:
"Who have you been squeezing?"
He said he'd been squeezing me, and, satisfied, I went to sleep.
3 days ago