"What? No, stoppit. Put it back...I don't have any...I love you, Adom, stay black...Your pillows are colder!"
(Rolls over, seizes my pillows.)
"I'm like a backwards snake. I use reverse infared to find cold spots, and then, I'm all 'Sssss...mine.'"
(Moments pass as I scribble in the notebook.)
"...It's rude of me to take your pillows..."
(Rolls back, relinquishing my half of the bed.)
"Stop writing so loud, it's making me dream of camels...alpaca ones...it took all our yogurt."