This morning I gave myself a bit of a heart attack.
Last night, I had heard Dean get up (from OUR bed of course, why would he sleep in his OWN bed?) and go out into the living room. I paid it no attention, I could hear the TV, so I knew Chris was still up, and I went back to sleep.
Then, this morning, when my insanely early alarm goes off, I lightly feel to my left, expecting to find SOMEONE there...the boy...Chris...suprisingly, there is no one. I pay it no attention. Chris must be asleep on the couch, and Dean in his room.
I go down the hall to the bathroom to get ready for the gym. I peek into Dean's room on the way. No one there either. I pay it no attention...Dean must be sleeping with Chris on the couch. Stranger things have happened.
When I'm ready to go, I notice that the TV in the living room is STILL on. Muted volume of course, but the screen is still on. I walk over to turn it off and see Chris, asleep and snoring on the couch. What I do not see is Dean. WTF? I start to panic. Where is he? Did he get up and walk outside of the house last night? Oh my god! Where the hell is he...uh...oh...hold on. We have ANOTHER couch... I walk over to the couch in our family room (ok, I really don't walk, I just kind of stretch my neck a bit...our house is that small) and there he is. Face down, asleep on the couch without a blanket or pillow. PASSED. OUT. COLD.
Am I the only one that enjoys a nice comfortable BED?