I know...all you Northerners are like, hating me right now. But it is! It's cold here. Ray - missing the fall/winter in NY - decided unanimously amongst himself that we were going to sleep with the windows open and we can snuggle under the blankets won't it be fun?!
At 4 in the morning, also referred to as dark o'clock, I woke up from a dream that my head was encased in a block of ice and someone was blowing on my face to melt it. In reality, the cat, tired of her own extreme freezing, had snugged up on my side of the bed, under the covers, and laid her own face on mine and was breathing cold snorts on my nose. I was torn between it being kinda cute and feeling that my lips were about 4 mm away from committing beastiality - eww - disturbing.
I craned my neck away at that point and got into a really uncomfortable position for the next hour, as I lay there wondering why I couldn't get back to sleep. Oh yeah. Because it's too friggin' cold! Ray stirred at about 5:05, and I took the opportunity to ask him if he was awake (I know he's a light sleeper and even if he hadn't been awake, the question would have woken him up - hee hee!). Being the sweetheart that he is, he ran his ass out of bed when I told him I was freezing my ass off, got an extra blanket, closed the windows and apologized for keeping them open through the night.
When I pointed out to him how sweet he had been to do that for me in the middle of the night when I was the one who was cold he said, "Um yeah...why didn't you just get out of bed?"
I think I may have ruined the balance of our marriage. Crap.