BlackLynx17: I had no idea what to write about as sleepy thoughts that wouldn't be so obviously like saying I love you for the first time or will you marry me, so instead I wrote this which I got from a picture I saw that I could not stop laughing at.

DAY 6: Sleepy Thoughts

"Hmm? Hmm? Hmm? HMM?!" Mest hummed loudly with every hit he got to the face.

"Mest, Mest... don't fall asleep." Wendy mumbled.

"Too late," Mest mumbled back, digging his head further into the pillow.

"What about... the ice cream man?"

He had to crack his eyes open at that one and stare at his sleeping wife lying right across from him, "what?"

"Ice cream, cream, cream... man. He's coming." Wendy yawned, her eyes fluttering open and close.

"There's no- no Wendy- what? No, it's like three o'clock in the morning. No ice cream man is coming." He told her.

"But... but, still... he still... coming." Her eyes closed shut.

Mest yawned and brushed her hair back, wondering if she was sleep talking or something. She looked peaceful right now, so maybe it was finally over. He wrapped his arm around her waist again and started closing his eyes, allowing sleep to take him.

"Shortcake!"

Mest flinched in his bed.

"Strawberry shortcake, I want- I want a shortcake strawberry, a short berry straw cake."

"Wendy, you're sleeping. Stop talking and go to sleep."

"And a chocolate taco... taco."

That's it, he was ignoring her. Mest turned around and laid with his back against her, pulling his pillow closer. Wendy's eyes barely lifted up as she grabbed his shoulder and shook it.

"Babe, babe ice cream- the ice cream man."

"WENDY! IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING!" Mest yelled leaning up.

"He's... still... coming."

Mest rolled around in the bed and sighed out loudly, lying on his back while he stared up at the ceiling. He blinked and suddenly got an idea in his head.

"Wendy, the ice cream man is here."

His wife jumped out of the bed and went running outside of their room. Mest had a half smile, half disbelieved look on his face that his wife went actually running out... well at least now he could finally get some sleep. Mest rolled around in his bed again until he got into a very comfortable position; he closed his eyes and...

It probably wasn't the wisest idea to let his wife run outside in the dead of night... pregnant.

"Dammit Wendy!" Mest growled jumping up out of bed.

"MEST! WHERE IS THE ICE CREAM MAN?!"

That is the last time they stay up till midnight watching soapy romance movies instead of sleeping.