Last night I slept with the covers on.  It was hot as balls everywhere.  I didn’t have my air conditioner in the window, and yet still had those covers on.

In the middle of the night I could feel the Cheese struggling to get some covers on her at 5AM, as it gets cold in my neighborhood at night due to its proximity to the waterfront - I had been hogging them covers.

Then this morning when I woke up, Cheese asked how I could sleep in this heat with the covers on. 

My answer was simply this, “the covers protect me from the ghosts and boogie men that haunt my place each night…and it also protects me from being murdered by the ghost of Chris Benoit.”

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While I did say those exact things to her this morning.  I can’t help but ask…too soon?