Apparently when he tried to cuddle with me I started swatting things out of my face.
Hunter: What are you doing?
Tiff: Getting the fish out of my face.
Hunter: What?
Tiff: The fish, they are in my face.
Hunter: You realize you don't make any sense, right?
Tiff: Stop making fun of me. I'm getting the fish out of my face.
Tiff: Don't mock me.
I sleep talk. Now Hunter has experienced that first hand. I only wish I could hear myself sometimes.