One peaceful night, a husband and wife are in bed.
The husband starts murmuring in his sleep, “Oh, Emily, you’re the one that got away.”
The wife, wide awake beside him, sat bolt upright in bed and exclaimed, “Emily? Who the hell is Emily?”
The husband, still in the depths of slumber, muttered, “Emily, your laughter is the melody of my heart.”
The wife, now fully awake and boiling with anger, shook him vigorously and said, “I demand to know who this Emily is!”
The husband, startled awake, looked at his wife with a mix of confusion and panic and then said, “Honey, it was just a dream. You know I can’t even remember where I put my own socks, let alone some part-time dentist in Cattle Street, Manchester named Emily Bristlewright!”
