You and miles laid on his bed, cuddling and watching a movie. He soon drove off to sleep while laying on your chest, you stroked his head while he slept. But he moved so wildly in his sleep- damn.

He made a noise in his sleep, his hand on your chest as he slept. He still moved wildly, but soon he woke up. His eyes were half open, he looked around in confusion.

"Oh babe. ." His slight deep tired voice spoke, "Ay, Anoche soñé que estaba a ketchup bottle, Y tú eres un bottle of mustard." He mumbled, he always spoke Spanglish when he was tired. . But this was weird.