Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
I planted kisses all over Bobby's face in efforts to wake up the snoring drooling man as he hugged my arm for dear life. His left leg was thrown over my legs as well which prevented me from climbing out of the bed because I did not want to hurt him. He had been mumbling in his sleep for the past thirty minutes and continuously giggled.
Bobby was also one of those people who could have a full conversation in his sleep. Once I had caught him sleep walking and when I guided him back to bed he woke up then accused me of moving him around. The man never rested, even in his sleep he was having adventures.
"Meu coração," I whispered in his ear, closed his mouth with my free hand and gave him a kiss.
