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It's 2:34 AM. I have been woken by a hand in my face. Phil is frantically searching for something. All over my face. As far as I know, there is nothing of interest there. At least nothing of interest that warrants being woken in the middle of the night by a series of light slaps. I push his arm away. It come back. I push it again. This time it returns to the space above my pillow on my bed. Feeling around, searching for whatever treasure he is determined to find.
"Stop it," I say.
He goes hmph. "Fine. I'll just have to find another planet for it."
WTF? Damn sleep talkers.
"Stop it," I say.
He goes hmph. "Fine. I'll just have to find another planet for it."
WTF? Damn sleep talkers.