I rolled over early Saturday morning and stared at the ceiling. I scanned the room to be sure no one caught me having the dream I just had. How embarassing. It was far too early for The Fiance to be awake, and sure enough, he was curled up in the covers.
Suddenly he began to rouse, and although he was barely awake, I had to get this off my chest.
"I had a dream about Chuck Norris," I mumbled, still taking it all in.
"Hmm, wha...," he replied, likely still dreaming himself.
"I-had-a-dream-about-Chuck-Norris," I said, more quickly this time. God, this was embarassing.
He rolled over, grabbed more of the covers and didn't even open his eyes when he replied once more.
"Again?" And then he fell back asleep.
And let it be stated right here and now today, that I do not regularly have dreams about Chuck Norris. So I don't know what he's talking about.