I woke up shivering to find that I had been completely bereft -- with malice aforethought -- of all bedcovers. Coverlet, blankets, sheet...all were heaped upon my husband, whose blissful snores whiffled beneath a giant mound of fabric.
Not unreasonably, I began pulling on the edges of cloth nearest me, whereupon my husband clenched the coverlet, blankets and sheet in his fists, between his knees and maybe even in his teeth, I don't know, and held on like a pit bull on a New York strip.
"Quiddit!" he mumbled indinstinctly. "Doan pull! Thissiz mine!"
"No it isn't!" I insisted, pulling harder. "You've stolen every last blanket off my side of the bed and all I have to cover my goose-pimpled flesh is a handful of used Kleenexes. Gimme!"
So I stopped. Just long enough for him to tumble back into sleep, and then I gave a mighty pull, triumphantly releasing my share of the bed covers. I settled their cuddly warmth over me, only to find seconds later that my husband was awake again, and pulling.
"You took all my sheet! I have no sheet!"
"You," I said, in my finest moment of late-night comedy, "are full of sheet, mister."
"Oh, ha ha ha."
"Thank you. And good night."
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