Our trip to Chicago was truly one of the most fun getaways we’ve had in recent memory.
But it wasn’t all fabulous.
The first night we crashed at a Marriott down the road from my sister in-law’s house. Two queen beds. I’m not gonna lie that I was disappointed when Harlow opted to get out of my bed and go cuddle with her dad. I stretched out and immediately fell fast asleep.
Until about 3 AM.
I felt Harlow getting back into bed with me and with my eyes still closed, I stretched out my arms to receive her.
The body I felt next to me was most definitely not my daughter.
My first thought was that Caleb had decided to come shack up with me. How novel.
I felt long arms wrap around me.
And I knew they did not belong to my husband.
I kept my eyes clamped shut. My heart starting thudding. I told myself over and over that I was dreaming
And no matter what
do. not. open. my. eyes.
So I didn’t.
I fell asleep, and woke up in an empty bed.
In all likelihood I was asleep the entire time and just having a very, very vivid dream about an amorous ghost in a suburban Chicago Marriott.
But I wasn’t about to peek to be sure.
So in honor of invisible men sleeping in your bed, here's some vintage Ray Parker, Jr. for you. You're welcome.