Last night I had a very bad dream that involved cockroaches. You know, anything that has to do with roaches is bad, I had a nightmare last night.

As far as I remember, I screamed in my sleep and jerked my body. Hubby woke up (so I thought) and comforted me saying, “shhhh, shhhh, everything’s going to be alright”, rubbing my back and wrapping me in his arms like I was a sobbing kid.

I felt safe and secure and slept back in no time.

In the morning while we were driving to work, I held his hand and thanked him for what he did last night. Guess what, I got a blank and surprised look!!

He said could not recall, for the life of him, that he woke up and comforted me, whatsoever because I had a nightmare. Since he’s so popular in my house for being the person who seems to have short term memory loss, I believe he doesn’t remember at all.

For all the time I thought I was really loved last night!