Something is very, very wrong

P: (Sitting up in bed at 4am) Ugh. I just had a bad dream.

Fauxhawk: (Asleep, but clear) Motorcycle.

P: What?! Are you listening?

Fauxhawk: (Still asleep) Gingerbread needs shots.

P: Are you sleeping?!

Fauxhawk: (Silence)

P: So it was really weird. I’m at this camp for adults, and suddenly I’m taking part in a dance class with Merv Griffin. Or Merce Cunningham – I’m not sure which.

Fauxhawk: (Sleeping) That’s what I’m saying.

P: What?! So anyway, I’m at this dance class, and I’m completely NAKED. Everyone else has CLOTHES ON. But I am mostly okay with it, oddly enough, until someone pokes at my ‘nani with a stick.

Fauxhawk: (Silence)

P: What do you think it means?

Fauxhawk: (Muffled sounds)

P: Is it really hot in here?

Fauxhawk: (Muffled) Several species.

P: Oh God. I can’t sleep.

It’s been like this for days. Fauxhawk lays perpendicular in bed, sleeping fitfully and weaving fantasy elements into our early morning conversations. I have strange dreams about naked dance classes, bloggers I’ve never met, and strange goings-on involving foam outfits. I am awake at 3am, then 4am, then again at 5am. Neither of us has slept soundly since we got back from India, presumably because our pillows are not pre-fluffed nightly.

I am wilting from sleep deprivation. But I promise to answer your questions tomorrow, when I’m fresh. Keep ‘em coming.

In the meantime, everyone say "happy birthday" to Nina.

Balenciaga - Delphine by MM Paris via Maybe Maven.