Do Not Disturb a Sleeping Bear....

So the other night at we were falling asleep ( no, as Jeff was asleep, and I was falling asleep), I was adjusting myself to drift into the arms of Morpheus. I started to roll toward Jeff, who took that as an offensive move. In what I can only assume was part of a dream, Jeff punched me in the stomach! Not being prepared for my obviously unconscious husband's attack to my un-flexed and very relaxed tummy, I let a little squeal of breathless discomfort. Jeff, still fast asleep patted me on the arm and proceeded to say "Shhhh, it's okay. It's okay." He then fell back into motionless sleep. I lay. Rubbing my stomach. Amused and shocked at what had just occurred. Do not disturb a sleeping bear, husband, or boxing enthusiast. I'm just saying.