Tell us something most people don’t know about you.
 I used to wake from night terrors, usually after I had already fled the bed and made it to the hall. I freaked my honey out the first time it happened and he was there. He sleeps on the side closest to the door. So, obviously, over him is the quickest route to the exit. I’m no fool—even when I’m asleep. If I need to escape a room, I’m not going to take the long way around the bed to get to the door. I wasn’t fully awake when he grabbed my wrist, but I do remember him telling me that it was okay and me frantically insisting he hurry before “they” got us. Shortly after that, a friend brought me back a dream catcher from her vacation. I hadn’t told her about my night terrors, but I think the universe—be it fate, my guardian angel, or just the powers that be—had whispered in her ear that it would be a perfect surprise. It’s hanging from the picture above my bed. I haven’t trampled my honey since, so I think it’s working.