Smirk

I watched Mike climb into bed.  I turned around to take off my rings.  Turned back around and he’s wrapped like a cocoon in the entire KING SIZE comforter and most of the KING size velux blanket.  The sheet is sloppily half tangled, half discarded on the floor.

“What did you just do?!” I yelled.

“I got in bed”

“You took ALL the covers” again.

“No, I just covered myself.  I’m a big person”

I ripped all the covers off of him and patiently untangled them.  I re-covered him beginning with the top sheet.  Yes.  I tucked my husband like he was a small child.

“How do you this every night?” I asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.  I just cover myself”

“But you use all the blankets”

“I just use my blankets” he insists.

“But they’re not all YOURS!” I yell.  

“They are in the morning."  Smirk.

He can be as cute as he wants, but I know where he sleeps. He seems to forget that.