Well, sleep time usually starts out okay. You insist, while you're on the verge of slumber, that I need to be cuddling you with all of my limbs OR that you need to be smothering me with all of yours.
I assume you like this because you're a delicate flower.
Sometime shortly after that phase, your breathing slows and you drift off. I slowly escape from your loving choke-hold and recede to my side of the bed.
A few minutes after that, I hear this adorable, cute, little piglet sound. It's a soft little snort. It's almost cute.
You continue to sleep for a while after your baby warthog snort and I begin to relax.
Right when I get comfortable, you let out this long, exhausted sigh. This is the true sign that you're out like a light and won't be up until the morning.
The sound of your sigh is comforting. Sometimes it makes me snuggle closer to you. Sometimes I nuzzle my face into your shoulder.
Mid-nuzzle, I hear another little piglet snort. I think you're adorable so I let it slide. I start to fall asleep.
Precisely 3.5 seconds after I've actually manged to achieve sleep, I am awoken by the loudest, meanest, snortiest snore in the entire universe.
Seriously. There are no more little piglet or baby warthog sounds around.
I assume you've eaten them.
It actually sounds like there's a garbage disposal buried in your throat. I shit you not.
I call this stage the snorepocalypse.
The snorepocalypse does not yeild to my shoves, pleas or attempted suffocation.
It continues all night long.
I sincerely wish that our couch wasn't such an uncomfortable piece of shit.
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