One night, a husband murmured in his sleep, “Oh, Emily, you’re the one that got away.”
The wife, wide awake beside him, bolted up and exclaimed, “Emily? Who 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 demanded, “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 Emily Bristlewright from Cattle Street in Manchester, who works as a part-time dentist!”