When I came home from a concert one night
crawled into bed, scooting the cat off,
tugged my share of the covers off my sleeping partner
she sprung up to greet me.

"Oh hey you're back."
"Hi" I whisper.

She falls back into the pillow, flips over and then sits up on her elbows, clearly not finished.


"So how's your feet?"
"Your feet. Are they alright?"

This was the sleep in her talking and knowing she wouldn't remember this I answer a little too enthusiastically.

"They're grrrreat!"

"Oh that's good." And with that, she was out.



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