I usually have this tendency to wake up in the middle of the night if I feel something missing….blanket, pillow, or in last nights case, my boyfriend. Apparently I have spread all my limbs to take up our twin bed and when he tried to move me to my side, I said, “get over it.” I find this funny because my subconscious mind loves its sleep and hates being disturbed. As a resort, Roger took refuge on the floor. Sometime at 4 in the morning, I realized what I was missing, his naturally sweaty feet and body sticking to mine. So I vigorously shook him and said, “come back to where you belong.” Right after I settled in his nook and kissed each other goodnight, I found myself asking him if he’s happy. He said yes and we fell asleep. Its nice to hear that he’s still happy with me after almost two years of being together. He rarely shows it with his humor, but when he does, its value is worth so much more. I catch him secretly doing sweet things for me like cooking me chocolate chip pancakes one random morning or putting his pillow beside me and tucking me in whenever he gets out of bed before I do. He treats me well and I am so lucky to have him.