(*Because I don’t have enough weird fetishes represented in my search terms as it is.)
I fail at sleeping.
If there’s one thing I will forever be jealous of, it’s Nutty Hubby’s ability to fall asleep at the drop of a hat. He can nod off in almost any environment, no matter how public, loud or uncomfortable, in five minutes or less.
For me, trying to sleep means it’s time for every little solitary minute detail of the world to come flooding into my head for thorough dissection and analysis; a maze of intrigue created by my brain, to be solved before I am allowed the sweet respite of slumber.
For Nutty Hubby, trying to sleep is…wait, trying? People have to try to sleep? No no no no no. Do
or do not, there is no try! LOL BRB ZZZZZzzZZzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzz…
If I didn’t love him so much, I’d hate him.