Yesterday at the librairy I noticed a new title by Bill Bryson and checked it out.
I awoke in the middle of the night and began to read it. Out loud laughter ensued. Paul rolled over to check the time.
“I have at least a couple more hours to sleep, Pretty. Would you please spare me?”
I mumbled something noncommittal and rolled away from him.
Muffling giggles in my pillow I realized that the last time I woke Paul up with giggling I was reading another book by Bill Bryson.