At some point over night, it must have been nearing daybreak, I awoke on the couch and heard myself saying I'm going to sleep on my bed.  He was sitting on the deskchair I use to smoke near the backyard door, a few feet from me, as I got up.  I went to the kitchen first to nibble on something; I was pretty sleepyheaded and cold, but found myself eating over the stove for an extended period.  Old scrambled eggs and tomatoes, clumsily scooping it up with bread.  Then I walked back toward my room and slowly looked in to see if he was sleeping on the bed: if I was going to sleep on the bed where would he sleep?   No, the bed was clear.  I didn't want to have offended him.  That was an odd sensation, a weird giddiness from lack of sleep.  I realized I had been talking to myself.  My penis is a little bigger today.