Andrew: What are you doing?
Me: I'm sleeping.(Obviously not. Cause I don't sleep talk.)
Andrew: Well, I want to turn on the lights. Move your arms!
Me: Fine, here.(By that time, I had dealt with enough Nighttime Psycho Andrews to know to just go along.)
Andrew: I just want to turn on the truck lights. Where are they?!He then quickly starts searching my sides for the lights. I am his night truck. Beep beep!
Andrew: ... Ah, fuck it.And then cuddles me. Why does the f-bomb always have to prelude the cuddles?
|Had he found his truck lights...|