He got me good that year...

Today is Mr. Sass's birthday.
It also marks 2 years. 2 years ago he scared the ever-loving shit out of me. I pride myself on scaring people, and that no one can scare me quite like I get them. He did it good though.

I went to bed fairly early the night before his birthday. I left him on the couch watching the CSI marathon that was on. At just after 12:00am he decided to come up to wake me and let me know that it was officially his birthday, and to let me know he was going out to meet some friends (he was probably hoping for some early birthday sex too). The bedroom light was obviously off, but he left the hall light on so he could see his way to the bed. He sat down. I was on my back (no comments from the peanut gallery!). H leaned across me and apparently whispered my name. I was in a deep sleep and was startled 'awake' (I don't think I was actually really awake). The only thing I saw was a dark figure leaning over me. I couldn't see a face.
Then I heard the most god-awful blood curdling scream. A good scream too. Top of the lungs...2 full breaths worth of a scream. It was almost an out of body experience. I can remember thinking "wow, that's quite the scream, who the hell is it?" At some point I recognized a voice saying "Sass, it's me. shhhh." I realized it was me screaming and I snapped to reality. My throat was killing me! I think I woke the neighbours with my scream and definitely gave Mr. Sass a bit of a scare too. I could have sworn it was a stranger and I was going to be attacked. I instantly burst into tears, shaking. Maybe it was some kind of panic attack, but I was inconsolable. I called my mom and woke her up, thinking that maybe this happened because something happened to someone in my family and I sensed it on some subconscious level. Everything was okay, but I was up for hours pacing.
Bloody brilliant.
Something so innocent (and done so many times before) scared me half to death.
I realized at some point that the episode of CSI I was watching was when some pervert was hiding out in some girls house, watching her from the attack. He killed her.
I can laugh about it now. The only thing the weirds me out is that whole feeling of being disconnected from my body during that time.
This year, Mr. Sass will not be waking me at 12:00. Shortly after, he made a (stupid) rule of "NO CSI BEFORE BED".

So, all that said, I wish him a very Happy Birthday.
His birthday will forever be remembered as the time he actually got me back...and nearly killed me doing so.