The response he gave was, "I can feel your worry and panic." "Let me get this straight—you can feel it when I'm having a nightmare, right?" I inquired while feeling astounded.
“Yeah. Every time I woke up, I'd go into the toilet and check on you to make sure it was only a dream, but every time, I'd find you fast sleeping in the tub," he said. "It was like a nightmare."
“Oh no! I am so sorry that I have been rousing you from your sleep. I screamed out in a panic, "I didn't realise..." He laughed and said, "Bridget, it's okay." Before proceeding, he took a little pause and asked, "May I ask why the bathtub?"
While I was making the pancakes, I mumbled to myself, "The bathroom used to be the only room with a lock," as I poured some pancake batter onto the hot griddle.
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