Last night Robb wakes me up in the middle of the night, "JUSTIN!" He's yelling from right beside me. He sounds mad. I roll over. "Mmmm? What?" And then he starts telling me that he just heard something fall over in the kitchen. He says it sounded like a pool ball being dropped on the floor or a cabinet door slamming shut. So we get up, we look around, and we find nothing. Not a single thing out of place. So...we go back to bed.
Too much My Ghost Story on tv Saturday at my Mom's house, I think.
But then we go back to bed and I can't sleep. I keep almost getting to sleep and he gives the blanket a little tug. I'm over heated. My pillow is a little damp from sweat. And I'm listening for whatever it is he thinks he heard. I think he dreamed it...but that doesn't mean it makes it easy to go back to sleep. And on top of it all, I'm hit with restless arms.
I doze off, and there's a current, an itch, a jolt...something...that runs through my arms and makes it necessary for me to shake them out. It just happens over and over and over and over. It's WAY annoying. FINALLY I sit up in bed and say, "Well, I guess I'm just not sleeping tonight." I wake up sitting up a while later and lay back down...and it finally stops.
It's the most frustrating feeling in the world...