I woke up finding her next to me, tucked in to my right armpit. Her chestnut curls falling on my shoulder, her head resting on my chest. A gentle caress of my chest. The sun was already overhead, peeping through the curtains. "I can't go on like this she said, I have a casserole I can heat up, and bring in a bowl".
I ummed a yes, and she walked to the kitchen. I could hear her humming some modern tune, they called it.
The front door rattled "hello darling i'm home", keys in the dish and there he was, i'd barely (sorry) stood up.
"Who the "F" are you!" And a fist came flying my way, which i dodged, and served a beautiful plant on his right cheek. I let out a howl, looked at my red fist, and looked at the "Tall-boy" that I had just thumped". Ah well, welcome to "REM sleep disorder". Now who expected that?