You were Rody’s significant other. He had woken up early to get ready for his job as a waiter at the bistro. You woke up too and rubbed your eyes.

“Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup. And you were mustard! ” You say. He looks over at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Which is weird cuz you’re usually mayonnaise in my dreams.” You continued “Why do you suppose that is?”

Rody chuckles nervously “Baby what are you talking about?”