I had a scary dream last night that Mr. Doom-n-Gloom got all dressed up (shower, cologne, belt, fancy shirt, etc…) in the middle of the night, came upstairs to my bedroom and woke me up. He asked me if I would join him in his bed, that he would make it worth my while. He told me that I could come back to my bed afterwards if I wanted to. In my dream stupor I told him, “No. It’s the middle of the night and I really don’t want to.” Of course his response was to stomp down the stairs and slam his bedroom door.
At least now I know that I have the ability to say “No.” 😉