“It’s foggy in here!” I shout into the dark. “It’s foggy!”
He sounds far away at first, but I begin to hear Jon laugh, as if from the end of a long tunnel. He gets closer and closer and then, “What? It’s foggy?” he says. I see his smirk even with my eyes still shut, feel him pretending to take me seriously. The lightness of his mood, having just slipped into bed, adds fresh fuel to my determination.
“Samantha, you’re dreaming!” he spits out after several failed attempts to stop my shouting.
I must have bolted straight out of covers when I launched into this tirade because when I come to my senses I’m upright and still clinging to my weather report. Jon quite enjoys his little opportunity to poke fun while I roll over to sulk, groggy under sleep’s spell but hell-bent on my conviction IT REALLY IS FOGGY! Read more →