Loud crunching noise that awakes me from my sleep. In a fog, I sense The Boyfriend walking around from my side of the bed to his.
The Boyfriend: Shhh. Just go back to sleep.
Me: (Still groggy, mumbling) What was that noise?
The Boyfriend: Nothing. I was turning off your light and then I stepped on something that made a noise.
Me: (Now wide awake and very, very concerned and maybe even yelling a little) WAS IT MY KINDLE?!?!?!
The Boyfriend: (Audible eyeroll) No. It's on the table where you left it.
Me: (Sleepily and with much fondness) My Kindllleeee....
Poor The Boyfriend. No matter that he may have actually injured himself on whatever he stepped on, I was only concerned about my wonderful, wonderful Kindle. Clearly, naming it "The Boyfriend II" was a fantastic idea.
Come to think of it, though...he might have stepped on my glasses. Awesome.