A Bedtime Story

All day long I've been humming the song:

I hear the secrets that you keep,
When you're talking in your sleep.

Why's that, you ask?

Before he left for work this morning, Lew told me that I started talking in the middle of the night.

I guess that I was patting my hands around on the bed, like I was looking for something, and asking "Where is it?  Where is it?"

He thought that I was looking for the T.V. remote.

But then I sat straight up in bed and said, "I think I'm losing my mind."

And so it begins!