I'm having a hard time sleeping tonight. Dorian is not so troubled. This is not entirely coincidental.
As I tried to get him to wake up off the couch so we could go to bed in bed, he fell asleep mid sentence:
"I'm coming, sweetie, don't worry. Just leave the thing at the stuff and I'll pick him up and put him on the five..."
"Shh, you'll wake him up."
This took place about three hours after we went to bed. It's been a stormy night, and the storm was directly above us at this point.
Dorian: "We should go to bed, now."
(I close my eyes. Lightning strikes, thunder claps)
Dorian: "So stop playing with the lights."
(Dorian rolls over and pulls my pillow out from under my head)
"Need this to fight the badgers. Can't see the badgers."