When B was having trouble sleeping night before last, I didn’t hear when she got out of bed, and didn’t wake up until I heard something go bump in the next room.
“Oh, it’s only the cat,” I thought to myself, “not the axe murderer finally come to slay us both in our bed.”
And then I heard the door open, and when I rolled over, I could see someone standing in the doorway. I almost peed myself.
This Is Drivel 