The other night I awoke to a frantic, pillow-muffled calling of my name.
Disoriented and a little panicked, I fought with the blankets saying "What? What?"
"I need you to roll me over!" Answered my knight in shining armour through his pillow.
Admittedly, I am not the sharpest when I first wake up, but this wasn't making sense at all.
"What?!" I asked.
"I need you to roll me over! I fell asleep on my arms and now my arms are asleep and I can't move!" Said he.
After I stopped laughing, wiped the tears from my eyes, and burst out laughing again, I rolled the big lug over. I guess he can pay me back in April when I will have lost the ability/will to roll my continent of a torso over on my own.