Watching you sleep: this is when you are your most behaved. When you are awake you rail against the world and throw your dry bowl of cornflakes at me and pick your teeth with my favorite hair comb.
You told you me you wanted a divorce last night. Now you have the nerve to sleep there, unconscious, with no conscience, at the moment.
I’m left to shoulder the burden of your asking.
Maybe I’ll have to sleep on it and decide whether I will give you that divorce.
Go ahead. Snore all you want.
I’ll wait.