I woke up at three thirty this morning when Ian rolled over and slid his hand across my stomach. His eyes were half open and I assumed he was either just snuggling close or he wanted something, so I asked him what he was doing.
"Looking for Narnia."
He closed his eyes, pulled me close, and I didn't hear another word out of him.
He doesn't remember this, either, but I sure as hell want to know why he was looking for Narnia in my navel.
Well, yeah, Thump, but it's not her navel and it's sure as fuck not taking me to Narnia. I have no clue what was going on in my head. She should just be grateful I was sleeping last night and not fidgeting around the room.
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