From Our Own Separate Sides.

Last night, just before falling asleep, and completely out of nowhere, this thought pops into my head. Nothing that I had been previously thinking about could provide any logical link to this new idea and it really didn’t strike me as anything even remotely important at all. For some reason, maybe indigestion or some other bodily miscue, I started thinking about sleeping in a bed with a friend. Not like, sleeping together-sleeping together, but just the plain sleeping together. Brothers on a hotel bed, that sort of thing. Anyways, I began to reminisce about all the times I’d slept with other people and what had always seemed to take place the morning following such an event. It struck me, to the best of my recollection skills, that someone would always get blamed for a lot of moving around and kicking and rolling over and sheet-stealing. Naturally, the accused would react by reversing the accusations on to the accuser. This is always made me giggle a little because I couldn’t help but think that they were lying. I remember times when I just made it up for a good laugh in the morning.
“Oh man, you were like, all over me in the middle of the night and then, I like, slapped you and you didn’t even wake up!”
Kinda like that. So this train of thought chugs in and I suddenly decide that next time I find myself sleeping in a bed with another person, I’m going to stay awake all night. Just so that, in the morning, if they try to pin any of that crap on me, which is rather likely, I can confidently say, “You’re a liar. That never happened, I was awake all night. Watching.”

Weird, hey?