It’s My PDA

At 5 am this morning, I apparently woke Chris up by bellowing, “It’s MY fucking PDA!” and then elbowing him very hard in the back.

At 5:01 am, Chris had finished telling me what had happened, and I was deeply apologetic. I clearly remembered dreaming about telling him that it was my fucking PDA, but the next thing I knew, Chris was yelling and I was awake, and I didn’t know anything about hitting him.

“What’s yours, anyway?” he asked. “Public displays of affection?”

“No,” I said. “Personal digital assistant…my Visor.” In the dream, Chris had used my PDA and then couldn’t remember where he put it, and I had gotten really mad because I felt he should have taken better care of my stuff.

Chris went back to sleep and I tried to let go of the anger I still felt from my dream. But just in case, I moved over to the far edge of the bed so that my flailing fists of fury wouldn’t be able to reach him.

Posted by: ssjane | March 26, 2007 | 2:50 pm
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