Stop freaking me out like that!

This incident occurred when we were first married, no kids, still getting used to sleeping together. We were in a new house where we managed apartments while going to school. It paid the rent and gave us $275 per month to live on. One night Shauna sat up and started pointing and the foot of the bed and shouted "Oh my gosh, there coming to get us! There they are, they're coming to get us! They're right there!" I couldn't see anything but I was envisioning the unseen world of ghosts or something coming through the time-warp opening in the wall to snatch me away.  It was even more scary because I couldn't see anything so didn't know exactly when I would feel their claws grabbing me and dragging me down to hell (picture the movie Ghost).

I was so freaked out, I jumped up, ran across the bed,  leaped to the wall where the light switch was and flipped it on.  My eyes watering from fear and my heart racing. As the light went on, Shauna's eyes got the big doe-eyed Bambi look and then she laid back down and went to sleep. Easy for her! I am still freaked out and still wondering if something was going to attack.  My heart was racing! She did this to me and now she's just going to roll over and go back to sleep? So unfair!

I slept with the light on the rest of the night. No ghosts showed.

Just humor me!

Soon after the lamp incident ( like the next night), I was once again in a blissful sleep when  I realize Shauna is under the covers, butt in the air, feet at her pillow. She is rooting around the bottom of the bed looking for something. Which is pretty amazing since it’s dark. She comes back up and starts yelling that Collin (1 month old) is in my pillow.  She orders me to hand over my pillow so she can save Collin. I think through this carefully and quickly calculate the likelihood of this happening is very slim. So I tell her she is sleeping and to lay back down and go to sleep (I haven't learned yet that this approach never works).  She gives me the angry look again and yells “Just humor me, OK!”  I hand her my pillow, she digs around in the pillow case and then finally begins to wake up. As usual, she goes back to sleep while I lay there for another hour pondering the whole incident.  “This is only our first year of marriage” I think to myself. “What are the next 20 years going to be like?”  A total riot, that's what!