Morning
"Stupid cars," he says, "They're not even real."
He snuggles into my shoulder.
"They're virtual cars. So you don't need to worry."
"I see," I reply, smoothing down his sleep-rumpled hair.
"And what use is that toothbrush?" he mutters.
"Bloody Victorian chemists."
2 comments:
I'm a little confused.
Is he talking in his sleep or just barking mad?
I think it is that half-sleep-half-wake place. Although having been married to him for some time, I can also confirm he is barking mad.
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