B yanked the blankets clean off me in my sleep this morning. I thought that only happened in black and white movies about old married couples, or cheesy sitcoms from the 70s. I guess I’m living in one now.
I tried to yank them back, but she was laying on them or something. I got maybe enough to cover an arm.
So I got out of bed and got ready for work. What the heck. It was 4:43 am and the alarm was going to start bleeping in about twenty minutes anyway. Not like I was going to get more sleep.