Apparently, I'm not a peaceful sleeper. It may be the extremely vivid dreams I tend to have. I don't know. E has told me this many times. The other night, we were driving somewhere and he was complaining that I was "burrito-ing" myself in the covers and he had trouble getting them free when he came to bed. He said I "thrash" and practically jump up in the air when I turn over.
Unable to take all of the criticism, I shot back about his snoring. I know that I snore too, so that's what he shot back at me. He said, "On nights when you go to bed before me [most work nights], I'm in the den and can hear:"
I found it really funny. He said, "Yeah, but YOU'RE the pig!" Well, so? If we can't laugh at ourselves, then we really are taking things way too seriously, right? The ocean and seagulls are from my noise machine I like to fall asleep to, along with the air purifier. I have problems if it's too quiet.
