Monday, November 09, 2020

The Secrets That I Keep When I'm Talking in My Sleep

This morning, Sylvia informed me that I've been talking in my sleep again. According to her, this is what happened: 

"Do you really want pizza at three in the morning?" I asked, waking her.

"Yes," she said, playing along, thinking I was joking.

"Okay, but I don't think anyone delivers this late...what do you want on it?" I asked.

"My usual." 

I picked up my phone and prepared to order online. "Spinach, bacon, feta, and fresh tomatoes?" 

"Earl, what are you doing?" Sylvia said, alarmed, realizing that I was actually about to order. "You're sleeping!" 

"Oh," I replied, and put the phone down. 

But shortly after, I piped up again. "Why do you want Rice Krispies squares? I don't think we have any." 

Poor Sylvia. 



1 comment:

Jeff Shyluk said...

Oh man, an honest-to-goodness EarlFugue™. Haven't seen one of those for years and years.