Captain Midnight here reporting from my berth in Rosie.
For reasons which I have yet to understand, Himself seems to feel entitled to share my bed. As you can see, I’m not going to make this easy for him. Yes, he’s bigger than me and has opposable thumbs but possession is nine points of the law and I’ve got much bigger teeth than he has.
He’s going to have to be awfully nice (chicken comes to mind) for me to move over and let him crawl in. Outside, the trees are waving and creaking in the wind. Himself has checked the weather forecast and apparently it’s going to blow a hoolie, whatever that means. All I know is there will be lots of new sticks lying around in the morning.
We’re as snug as two bugs in a rug in here and I confidently predict a good night’s sleep. I’ve got a PhD in sleeping and he’s getting better every night we spend in the great outdoors. He says it’s the fresh air but I think it’s because I make him feel relaxed.
I suppose that means that I’ll have to let him get in.
I just wish he didn’t snore.
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