From Esquire Magazine
A fun article about a wife’s nightmare.
Jessi Klein May 9, 2016
A year ago, I had one of those eerie, vivid nightmares that take place in the very room in which you are sleeping. I dreamed I was standing in the corner of my bedroom watching my husband have sex with Gisele in our bed. Not some random Gisele. Not Gisele Greenberg. Gisele the Supermodel. She was on top. It was a horrible dream.
I woke up angry and jealous. Even though the dream was over, I was in a visceral panic from watching my husband fuck someone so much hotter than me—in fairness, hotter than anyone. So I did the only rational thing a person could do in this situation, which was shake him awake. Sleepy and confused, he listened as I told him what he’d “done.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he said. “I would never do that to Tom Brady.”