2:41 AM

I woke up, and didn't realize where I was for a few seconds. I looked around, on my side, on the far right of the bed. I automatically looked for my phone, which is my standard neurosis, when i wake up in the middle of the night nowdays. It wasn't there, but it mattered less, as it was slowly dawning on me, and I was happy for a second. Before I realized I didn't feel anybody nearby. Then I started to freak.

I turned over, hoping to see him just a breath away, sleeping soundly. At first, I didn't, and I flailed around for a split second. My leg hit solid flesh (softly, thank pete), and I calmed down. He was hiding on the far left side, under all the blanket. I reitterate: Thank Pete.

Deep sigh of relief. Realized I was silly in the first place, worrying about where he might have been. It's his freaking place, where would he run away to? Silly sunny. Got a good silent chuckle at myself, and all was well. Well, all but my bladder. Got up to pee.

Walked around the side of the bed, twards the bathroom. Paused, seeing him stir, and looked down at him. He was waking up, and I didn't want to scare him, but I wanted to let him know I was there. Sort of funny, actually, because he was just as sleepy as I had been, and I got to see him go through the same stages I had a few minutes earlier.

Frantic, looking for a phone, at first. Then realizing I should be there, and looking for me. Then freaked out, when I wasn't on the far right. Wanted to stop the scare, before it happened, I touched his shoulder as he was doing his 360 revolution - only to give him a heart attack.

The nice thing about the relationship I'm in is that things like this can be laughed about uproariously in the middle of the night, and then we can cuddle back up and fall right back to sleep. Well, it's one of the many many nice things, that makes it so very perfect.