4:00am: Dan and I are sound asleep in bed...I'm dreaming I'm an Olympic swimmer...
4:01: Dan jumps out of bed, throws the covers off and starts frantically searching around the bed
4:02: Me: ummm...(not quite sure if I'm in the pool or in our bed or what)..sweetheart? What's going on?
Dan: You don't want to know.
Me: Okay. (still too sleepy to realize anything weird about this statement. Decide I might as well go to the bathroom since I'm up, so I get up and go to the bathroom.)
4:04: I come back in, all the sheets and covers are off our bed and Dan has lifted the mattress up and is looking underneath it.
Me: okay, um seriously, what is going on?
Dan: Seriously, you don't want to know.
Me: Umm...did you have a bad dream? (looking at the bed, seeing nothing on it)
Dan: Something like that...
All of a sudden a cockroach crawls around the bottom of the mattress and skitters across my side of the bed!
Dan: (running from side to side of the bed whacking a book at the roach, then jumping around when it falls to the floor and finally smashing it. Sighs with relief.) Yeah, I woke up to that crawling on my back!
Me: (seriously freaked out...for about five minutes....then my Olympic dreams take over again)
5:00am: Dan is still lying awake, thinking about the roach crawling around on his skin...