Our work and sleep schedules have not been in sync these past few months. I've been getting up and going to work just after Dorian goes to bed, so I haven't heard much of him lately.
But my site is closed for this week, and lookit that, new material!
"You are my stickbug. My little stickbug." (Rolls over, snuggles me.) "And you are caught in my web of love!"
"Oh, so you're just gonna sit here and drink coffee at your desk all day." (Sincerely, apologetically.) "Oh, no, no, don't get up, you're fine. It's not a problem."
"I've got that boom boom pow..."
And, finally, this incident:
I am asleep, my back to Dorian, who is facing me. I wake up to him giggling--no, cackling loudly in his sleep. His cackles continue enthusiastically for several seconds...and then he punches me in the back of the head. (Very lightly, he was asleep, after all.)
As I lay there dumbfounded, he make a gleeful noise, sighs happily, and snuggles back into his pillow.