A Holey Night
The next night, I climbed into bed again to find my feet right back in the hole. Then I decided to start complaining to David.
a: "There's a hole in the sheet where I put my feet and it's driving me insane."
d: "Probably because your constantly rubbing your feet together all night."
I do not.
After a couple of nights trying to catch myself....come to find I do.
In fact, I do it so much evidently, it causes holes in the sheet.
Maybe the guy who sells 5,000 thread count Egyptian Cotton for $20 at the corner Shell station will have his tent set up this weekend?