On Sunday morning he woke her.
She, rubbed her eyes and mumbled: “What time is it?”
He, bright and smiling, said: “Eight-thirty.”
She: “Wow! Why did you let me sleep so late?”
He, over his shoulder as he left the room: “Well, it was after one a.m. when you came to bed.”
She called after him: “And I was still sleeping very soundly when you woke me!”
He stuck his head back in the room and said dryly: “Yes. You were.”