Sleeping sweetly, snoring probably, dreaming of nonsense that I can’t remember.  Oh blissful slumber. Ineffably fabulous, frustratingly rare.
Poke, poke, poke.
Dream interrupted, rudely awakened by relentless poking, delivered to my ribs with surgical precision.  My wife, still asleep, has some nonsense to say.
“What?” I ask, swatting her hand away from me.
“If you like,” she said, “you can sleep in that corner and I’ll sleep in this corner or,” she offered kindly, “I’ll sleep in that corner and you can sleep in this one.”
“I’m fine where I am,” I said, “but thanks anyway.”

Sleeping sweetly, snoring probably, dreaming of nonsense that I can’t remember.  Oh blissful slumber. Ineffably fabulous, frustratingly rare.

Poke, poke, poke.

Dream interrupted, rudely awakened by relentless poking, delivered to my ribs with surgical precision.  My wife, still asleep, has some nonsense to say.

“What?” I ask, swatting her hand away from me.

“If you like,” she said, “you can sleep in that corner and I’ll sleep in this corner or,” she offered kindly, “I’ll sleep in that corner and you can sleep in this one.”

“I’m fine where I am,” I said, “but thanks anyway.”





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