Nightly Exchanges

One night I went to bed while Kevin was up working. When he came in, I asked angrily, "Are you done playing Settlers now?"

I have no memory of this.

Nor does he have a memory of what happened the next night. At about 12:45, he got up in bed, crouched down, and began tapping vigorously on my shoulder. "Hey hey hey hey," he said in a strange voice. "Kyra. China. Was I different in China?"

"I don't know," I replied crossly. Then he slumped back down and went to sleep. Luckily, I was able to fall back asleep quickly, too.

It is great to be able to have conversations with the one you love at all hours of the day, even if only half actually remembers the conversation (and is slightly freaked out by it).