Ed. I don’t know what the First and Second Kinds of pillow fights actually are, but I bet they’re not as good as the Third.
In a sign of just how exhausted I am, the night before last, I woke up in the middle of the night with a survival-life-or-death kind of instinct that I REALLY needed to yank the pillow out from under Mary’s head and put it back again very quickly – think yanking a tablecloth out from under a bunch of dishes.
I have no earthly idea why I felt like I had to do this or what literally dreamed-up reason was behind it. Apparently, according to Mary, I did it with speed and agility not normally seen in someone who is 99.99% in deep REM sleep.
Mary – whose what-the-hell reflex augmented the sharpness of her memory about this whole episode – says I yanked the pillow out and put it back so fast that her head didn’t have time to fall back down again before I’d stuffed it back under her. I couldn’t do this awake if I tried.
The scary thing is, I actually remember doing it, and then trying to explain to Mary what in the hell I was thinking. I’m sure I made up an eloquent and well-reasoned argument for it, but the obvious truth is, I have no freakin’ idea.
Other than I’m so tired right now that I can doze off while walking.