Sometimes in the middle of the night I will have brief night terrors. They come in one of three shapes. Sometimes I will be convinced that the ceiling fan has come loose and is heading straight for me! I'll wake up screaming and heading for cover.
Or, I'll be convinced that someone is in the room and wake up screaming "Who's here? There's someone in here!" (Garry's personal favorite).
Or I'll wake up screaming because some dresser drawers or a bookcase has tipped over and is heading my way!
The other night I woke up screaming because a bookcase was tipping over and was going to fall on us. Garry was not amused, especially considering we do not even have a bookcase in our bedroom.
But, here's the thing, when I woke I I was trying to shield him from the blow that was coming our way. And after the screaming stopped, did I get a "thank you?" No, which is just bad manners, I think.