You’ve just had surgery and the anesthetic was still hitting you hard. Your husband — Simon, was sitting beside you, holding your hand. And before he could ask how you were feeling, you started rambling.

“I dreamed i was a bottle of ketchup.. and you were mustard..” You mumbled.

“Oh yeah?” he replied, smiling. “Which is weird because you’re usually mayo in my dreams.. why do you suppose that is?”

He laughed softly, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. “I don’t know, love.”