Last night, I awoke to half consciousness cause I heard Papa moaning. You see, he has this habit of stopping his breath while he sleeps and I've gotten into the habit of nudging him out of it. In that moment of being half-awake and half-asleep, the moan was surprising. I was trying to get up to see what was wrong when I realized that I had my arms locked around his neck and his face was trapped between my chest and the pillows.
So that's why he was moaning. He was probably struggling for breath but was far too deep in sleep to consciously do something about it.
I'm not sure and I couldn't remember but... could I probably be having a passionate dream just then? So passionate that I almost snuffed the life out of him? Hmm... so that's my deep dark secret, I'm a dangerous luvah ma cherie. Love me or leave me... hehe.
Kidding Papa! :)
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