Quirks

Insomnia makes you think about a lot.

Like why you just can't sleep. You are going to be a wreck for your interview in the morning.

So as I am laying there in my bed I listen to the quiet rumble of Mr. snoring. I hear him ask me questions, that I can't understand and I don't answer. When he rolls over it feels like he picks himself up off the bed and falls down into place.

Now when I am grumpy or hurting I don't care much for the bounce, but tonight I had the endearing feelings that come with loving someone so much that their quirks aren't irritating. They were actually welcome.

I'm going to read some blogs now.