While showering this morning for some reason, I recalled that a few nights ago I was curled up behind Paul in bed. He moved, forcing me to move and thus wake up a bit out of a dream (apparently).
I remember declaring the following naturally, like it was exactly the thing to say at that moment: "I've got my dancing shoes on!"
I don't know what's going on in my noodle that such an otherwise forgotten event would spring forth days later in the shower, but I laughed my ass off.
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