Spider's web on my face

I, as my blog name suggests, am not always the most articulate. But I'm especially incoherent when I'm tired and say random things that amuse John.
Last night, after we were both somewhat asleep, I woke him to help me with the cobweb that was covering my face. It was heavy and papery and it was making it hard to breath. I was suffocating and someone menacing was nearby, responsible for my trials. Only John could rescue me, but before either of us were really awake, I realized, with a laugh and a bit of chagrin, that my blanket was on my face.
Really.
I take Annika to the pediatric dentist this afternoon. Wish me luck!