The scene: Bed. The time: Yesterday morning. We've already been awake a while, had some toast in bed, now we're having a quiet cuddle. I'm snuggled up to Adam, he's got his arm thrown around me and his face nuzzled in my hair."Ga- ga- ga- gagging in your face!"
I just realize that he has drifted off to sleep, when he comes out with:
Oh, no! I'm not recording! I try and gently roll to the left, to reach the bedside table. I get the first couple of inches around, and Adam fully wraps his arm around me, pulls me into a vice-like embrace, and says:"Why are you trying to escape? Stay! Aren't I a nice captor? Don't try and escape again."
Ok, that didn't work. Next I try sliding down toward the foot of the bed, out from under his arm. But I get stuck with his arm locked around my neck. He crows out:"W.W.Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee, in the headlock!"
Finally, I just take my chances and heave myself out of his arms, lunging for the record button. I grab the laptop from the floor, and pop it open at the foot of the bed. And he's still talking:"It's all cold. The boat's leaking. I feel the water... water...Ping pong balls! I know it. Ping pong balls. Ping pong..."
By now, I've started to type out what he's said before, and Adam hears the clicking of the keyboard...."Great. Now it's fucking raining. What more can go wrong? ... FLOODING!"
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...which is how he wakes himself up in a panic.