She’s Quite Detached To Them

(My wife and I are in bed. We just finished being intimate and she’s starting to drift off while we whisper sweet nothings. She has a habit of sleep talking, and often I don’t notice that she’s not awake until she stops making sense.)

Me: “That was amazing.”

Wife: “Yes… much better than last time. There were no clouds. And my boobs stayed on.”

Me: “… I didn’t know they came off.”

Wife: “Remember…” *she tries to point, but gives up after a moment* “… Yesterday, they went over there.”