You were talking in your sleep.
You said, "oh no."
I touched your head and you stopped.
"Less often, it's her sleep that's broken by a scream, and my turn to move across her in a sweat of protectiveness. I am starkly awake, and she delivers to me through sleepy lips the cause of her outcry, 'A *very* large beetle,' she will say, as if she wouldn't have bothered me about a smaller one..."
-from Julian Barnes' "A History..."