a new talent was discovered last night when i brought sleep talking to an entirely new level. i've mastered the art of singing myself to sleep. although i thought this was supposed to be a conscious endeavor, apparently i've learned to navigate sleep cycles with song. maybe i'm regressing and needed soothing for some reason, or perhaps i'm a zebra finch. whatever the reason, my partner came to bed to find me humming random pitches with each breath. hmmm...composing a masterpiece/ practicing my choir music??... maybe i was dreaming of wooing my mate.
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it was the cutest darn thing. i couldn't identify the tune, though it was lovely. you should admit to all your other antics that night -- including interrogating me in unintelligible language so i didn't know how to answer, and then saying WHAT? WHAT?!?!? when i responded inappropriately :)
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