[looks around nervously]
I want to say something, but I don’t want to jinx anything. I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the way things used to be. I’m afraid of going back. I’m afraid that this wonderful, beautiful, stupendous thing may crumble if I even THINK of getting comfortable. If I exhale too deeply, it might slip away from me, like chasing a rainbow, or some similar but less cheesy simile.
Okay. Here goes.
Goober has been sleeping through the night for over a week.
SHHH. Don’t say anything. Don’t even move.
[tiptoes away quietly}