Laying in the bed next to Drew like this, took me back to when we were teenagers and one of us had a bad dream. I was normally the one who was having the bad dreams, so Drew would climb in bed with me and rub my head until I calmed down and went back to sleep. I started rubbing his head like he had done for me so many times, and he slid closer to me and turned over to where he was facing me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and within a few minutes, he began to snore. That was the only thing I couldn't stand about Drew sleeping in the same room as me. When he was sound asleep, he snored loudly and it sounded like a stampede of horses running through the room. I smiled though thinking back to when we were younger and how I would wake up to his snoring and I'd hit him several times with a
