Scott and I retired late last night and he was exhausted and dropped into slumberland quickly. I was a little more restless and laid awake revisiting my active day. At about ten minutes into my thoughts Scott started his gentle snoring. It is actually a comforting, rhythmic sound that I generally enjoy. As I quietly lay there, I was suddenly jolted into hyper awareness as Scott murmured "what was . . . was that me?" Yes dear, you woke yourself with your own snoring.
"Ohhh" was his only response.
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