Sleeping Imposition

(My boyfriend and I are spooning on his couch just before dinner. I’m a teacher and find keeping up with my current class to be very draining. My boyfriend is telling me about his day.)

Boyfriend: “…and then it gets crazier.”

Me: “Uh huh. Then what happened? I see…”

(This goes on for a while.)

Boyfriend: “So then I told Jennifer about this woman I had to deal with at work. She told me that if I meet someone like that again, I should just tell her the clowns are coming to get her.”

Me: “Wait, what? Who’s Jennifer? Why clowns?”

Boyfriend: “Jenny’s my co-worker, and there was this woman who came up to me and started ranting about circuses.”

Me: “How was I supposed to know about that?”

Boyfriend: “I told you about it!”

Me: “When?”

Boyfriend: “Five minutes ago!”

Me: “Did I fall asleep?”

Boyfriend: “You kept saying ‘uh huh’ and ‘yep’ and ‘that’s so weird’! You even laughed! Wait, were you humouring me? Were you humouring me in your sleep?”

Me: “Apparently I’m better at multitasking than I thought.”