I've had a couple of Ambien incidents that have terrorized Mike.
I'm consistent - I wake up Mike and tell him something isn't right.
Apparently I look a tad pixilated.
I am convinced there are at least two Mikes.
Mike patiently tries to convince me to either take a bath and/or go to sleep.
I repeatedly decline and want my glasses.
Then I querulously and incessantly ask "can I read now?"
Mike replies firmly and continuously “no”.
Eventually I subside and sleep.
Ann, now into ambient music at bedtime
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