This morning I woke up and realized there was a heavy blanket on top of me that wasn't there when I went to bed.
I was nice and warm and cozy. But I didn't know where it came from. And the blanket was only on me.
I got up and got ready for work. I went to say bye to Grant (he goes into work much later than I do, so he is still in our nice, warm, cozy bed. Lucky.) and I asked him, "When did you go get a blanket?"
"Um, around 1:30 in the morning"
"You looked cold"
"Awww, honey, that's sweet." (Long pause) "Wait, why were you up at 1:30 in the morning?"
"Cause you were cold"
"You were up at 1:30 cause I was cold?"
"Me being cold woke you up?"
"Why, what was I doing?"
"You wouldn't get off of me. You kept putting your cold feet on my legs. So I got you a blanket and then I pushed you over onto your side"
"Oh, honey, that's sweet."