The wife mutters something at me. I open my eyes and look at the clock. It’s almost 1:30 A.M. Who needs sleep?
I turn to her. “What?”
“Don’t take a nap before dinner.”
“Okay.” I’m not sure if this is referring to the nap I took before dinner that afternoon, or if this is some other topic.
“Don’t take a nap before dinner,” the wife repeats.
“Okay, I won’t. What’s this about?” I ask.
The wife doesn’t really look at me, but is looking forward. I think she might be talking in her sleep.
“I was having a dream, and I had guests over. You were going to take a nap and I didn’t want you to.” I guess she’s awake.
“Fair enough. Anything else?”
“No.”
Sensing that all is once again right with the world, I roll over and go back to sleep.
This morning, after we got up, I asked the wife if she remembered talking to me in the middle of the night.
“No. What did I say?”
“You told me you were having a dream, you were having guests over, and you didn’t want me to take a nap before dinner.”
“Oh.” She immediately drops the subject and moves on to getting one of our filing cabinets cleaned out.
I’m not sure what I did to annoy the Universe but it seems to have a vendetta against me getting a full night’s sleep.
I hope your sleep is peaceful, my Hordeling.
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