Because he threw me out of bed seven years ago, Gary can stay up till dawn while I sleep comfortably in our guest room. Usually I am very happy with this arrangement, because he can stay up all night and I can sleep all night.
Lately, though, this has been happening:
- I wake up to use the bathroom at 2 am.
- I come back to my bed, half awake, and pull off the covers.
- Gary is there hiding under the covers and it scares the hell out of me.
- Gary finds this very funny.
Thankfully, I've just peed, so I don't wet myself, but I fall for it every time - which has been seven times. I think the last three times he added a moan or a hiss when I throw off the cover to further add to the terror.
Last night he decided to switch it up and he hid behind the door. My mind said, "That little shit!" as the same moment my body screamed. It was as if I recognized him and THOUGHT HE WAS A MURDERER simultaneously.