The Freight Train

Brent has a little move that he does in bed that I like to call "The Freight Train." (okay - get those minds out of the gutter - this won't be that racy).

This move is done anytime Brent moves, really. Each and every move that he makes in the night is made with the force of a freight train. To me, the only reason you'd move like that for an itch on your leg is if a Tarantala was nibbling on you or if Tahoe had finally gone rabid and eaten your leg off.

I am not sure of the purpose of this earth-shattering move. I'm not sure why Brent looks at me with annoyance and says, "I'm fine," when after one of these moves I awake to find him sitting up in bed and ask if he's okay. I am just not sure about these things.