This past week I've had a bit of trouble falling asleep. A few nights ago I lay awake way past our bedtime, staring up at the ceiling and trying to empty my mind while Jared breathed deeply next to me. He'd probably been asleep for over an hour, and I was anxious to join him.
Just as I was finally beginning to drift away, Jared pulled me in close to him. I thought he was being cute and going in for a hug (he does that in his sleep sometimes), but then he grabbed my head in both of his hands, shifted it around a bit until it was right where he wanted it to be, and then he put his pillow over my face and promptly and forcefully lay his head down on top of it. After a few confused seconds of not breathing, I moved my head out from under the pillow to get some air. Not missing a beat, a sleeping Jared grabbed my head again, adjusted it to his liking some more, then fluffed his pillow on top of my face and lay back down on it. Uh?? Trying not to laugh, I pushed him away and moved as far away from the mad man as possible so that I could try again for the type of sleep that doesn't come from being smothered to death.
The next morning, Jared had no recollection of trying to smother me in my sleep. As funny as it was, I think I prefer Jared's sleep giggling phase--for its general lack of danger and presence of foreign accents.