Blanket Domination

I had washed our sheets and we were making our bed. The sheets were on, the middle blanket was on, and I crawled between the sheets and looked at him wrestling with our comforter at the foot of our bed, turning it end over end. It's reversible, and it's square. You just kind of toss it on the bed and you're done, as long as it's not diagonal or something.

"What are you doing?" I asked, stifling a giggle.

"Trying to fix this blanket!" Frustrated, but a bit amused at himself.

"It's square!" My stifled giggle broke through.

"No it's not! It's not completely square! There!" He grabbed what he considered the top of it and tossed it at me. "THERE, THERE, that's the top! Have it, HAVE IT!"

I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe, but I took the comforter and pulled it up to where it should be. He came to his side of the bed and sat down, taking off his glasses and fiddling with something. I curled around his back, uncontrollable laughter spilling out of me. I kissed his back, still laughing. "I love it when you dominate our blankets."

"I was dominating you, forcing my blanket ideas on you!"

I laughed even harder, tears seeping out from the corners of my eyes. "I see, love," I gasped. He gathered me into his arms and lay back, while I laughed uncontrollably to the point of wheezing for a good five more minutes. "What was it you said? 'there, there, that's the top, have it, have it?'" I managed through my spasms, the thought of what he'd said sending me even further into comedy land.

"Yes, silly girl."

You know, I had to verify so I could write it in this blog post.