My Side

On Monday night, Martin wasn't feeling very well. At all. So while I went to enjoy wings with Ranatta and Judy, Martin took a shot of NiQuil and went to bed at 8:00

This is how Martin was sleeping when I came home. Albeit the fact that he doesn't have a pillow or we haven't done any decorating around our bed in the five months we've lived in this apartment or that he is fractions of an inch away from falling perilously off the bed, his feet are dangerously close to my side of the bed.