(He is muttering in his sleep because I put his book away and turned on my bedside lamp so I could plug in my phone. I look over to find him gathering my pillows up under his arms)
M: No no, those two are mine. (I start to pry the pillows out of his arms, but he’s flailing them around to get me to leave him alone)
M: (I finally get them back and lay down) Geeze, you’re like a pillow black hole…
H: Kinda like my ex-girlfriend.
M: I don’t even know what that means.
H: Mmm, senator…
M: Alright, sleeptime. I love you.
H: You’re at the wrong end of the neutral zone.
H: Nnngh! So bright!
M: Well roll over. It’s dark over on your side.
H: (chuckling) Kinda like my ex-girlfriend… (chuckling some more) Because she’s the moon.