Early Saturday morning I was woken up with a hard THWACK! to the middle of my back…
Me: What the…
Mark: (snoring that he’ll later deny)
Mark: Quit talking. I’m sleeping.
Me: You hit me!
Mark: I did not.
Me: Yes. In your sleep. You literally karate chopped my back!
Mark: Oh, wow… are you ok?
Me: Yeah, I mean, I guess so. I mean, ow. Ow. It hurts. Oh, no. I can’t feel my legs. My legs!
Mark: Iamsosorry. I am sooo sorry. Do you need anything? Can I get you something? I’m so sorry.
He’s so cute when I’m dramatic.
Me: Oh, I’m cool. What was that karate chop about, anyways?
Mark: I’m not sure. I was having a dream about this dude keying my car and I was trying to get him to stop…
Me: So you naturally broke out the karate chop. Awesome.
Sleeping with a ninja isn’t nearly as glamorous as it seems.