For years Ian did not sleep well or especially deeply. We usually crawled into bed at the same time, but once I was asleep he got up and quietly played around online or read; if he fell asleep, he inevitable woke up an hour or two later and was up for the better part of the night.

Since he quit his job, or more accurately since he both quit and I was released from the hospital, he's been sleeping normally for the most part. He falls asleep easily and if he doesn't have anything specific to get up for in the morning, he'll sleep for a solid 8 hours. And to say that thrills me is an understatement.

But now, he also talks in his sleep. I can rarely make out what he's saying, but once in a while he's crystal clear, even if I can't figure out where he's coming from. An hour ago I woke up and he had his hand under my shirt, and I was thinking it wasn't exactly ideal, but if he wanted it that badly, sure, I'd play along. He looked right at me and said, "I like these. We should keep them." His head dropped to the pillow, and he was gone again, lost in whatever freaky dream he was having.

I got up, just in case he changes his mind in whatever world he's in and decides he wants something a little different, and because honestly, I had to write this down in case I forget it.