As I made my way through the darkness of the bedroom, the following conversation took place. I should mention that she talks in her sleep from time to time (this being one of those times).
M: Oh. About the movie?
M: What are you talking about, Sweetheart?
W: Turkey, you know what I'm talking about!
M: I promise I have no idea.
This is where I realize she is still asleep. I lifted the blanket to get into bed and find that her leg is stretched clean over to my side.
M: Dammit, woman. Move your leg so I can get in bed.
W: TURKEY LURKEY!!! Don't you change the subject!
M: (laughing) I'm not. I just have no idea what you're talking about.
W: You're giggling. Why are you giggling, if you don't know?
M: That makes no sense.
W: (mumbles something) Television.
M: What about the television?
That's it. That's where it ended. It's hard to sleep, when you're trying to piece together what could possibly be going on in that little noggin of hers.
So I whispered things in her ear to try to affect her dreams.