“You almost got clubbed over the head last night,” S said to me as I made my way downstairs this morning.

“I did?” I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

“Yes! Every time I neared sleep, you’d shuffle around and wake me up,” she said, unamused, but still smiling at me.

“I didn’t think you were still awake,” I replied as I tried to think back to last night. I did move around a bit, but S is usually asleep within minutes of her head touching the pillow. Plus, she didn’t say anything then, so I assumed I wasn’t disturbing her.

“Well, there was almost bloodshed,” she said. “It’s a good thing you finally fell asleep and stopped moving around.”

“I think it was your love for me that kept you from clubbing me-”

“No,” S interrupted, “that wasn’t it. You just happen to fall asleep.”

Strange how even when she’s threatening me with bodily harm, she’s still adorable.

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