A few minutes ago I called picked up the phone and hit the button by Michele’s name. Or so I thought. A guy answered the phone and it sort of sounded like Rick (Michele’s husband). I said, “Is Michele there?”
“No, Michele is not here.”
All the sudden I realize that I am talking to my husband, not Michele’s. He’s upstairs in our bedroom.
I just called my husband and asked him if one of my best friends was with him up in our bedroom.
I think I need more sleep.
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