Last night I woke Jeff up in a panic.
"Ants! There are ants all over the wall!" I yelled
"What?" he mumbled groggily, staring at the wall I was pointing at
"ANTS JEFF! There are ANTS on the wall! They're going to get in the bed!"
Except there were no ants on the wall.
Jeff kept telling me that there weren't but I didn't believe him because HELLO, I SAW THEM. Finally he switched the light on and it slowly dawned on me that I must have been dreaming.
"There's no ants?" I kept asking
"There's no ants. Go back to sleep." he said, tiredly attempting to pat my head but clumsily smacking my face instead. On second thought, maybe that was purposeful…
