Dat you? The tale of sleep-talking...

I admit it...I'm a sleep-talker. One night, my boyfriend came home and I starting demanding information of him in my sleep.

Me: 'Dat you?
B.F: ...
Me (apparently in a weird happy-gruff voice): What you doin'?

The following diagram shows how it may have looked:

**The above photos were taken by me a loooong time ago with a disposable film camera  :) Pretty happy to use them!

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