My bed mate sleeps with two pillows. One under his head and one over his face. His reasoning? To block out the light (I read in bed. I cover the lamp with a T-shirt for consideration) and to dampen the sound (That’d be my voice. I like to talk in bed).
Since it seems to be our only time alone (we have two nosy children) I forge ahead with my chatter, no matter. He must hear me. Since when did feathers create a sound barrier?
I’m considerate enough to jab him from time to time, at the very least to avert snoring. It’s no good on a storyteller’s self-esteem.
Last night I was going over the bit about quiting my whole life again. Won’t launch into all of that here, suffice to say, I happened to not be enjoying The Life. I’d be going on for maybe 20 minutes about all the asshole bosses and the terrible state of The Business and the sell-out advertorial world, the chemical additives in food, the offence of the children’s menu, the poverty conditions Out There, the miserable lives of women around the globe, the Secret Suicide Rate and how old and fat I am and how he has developed a halitosis problem and his Ear Hair is getting out of control and how the children are ruined for life, what is going on with that limp my dad has and how this neighbourhood is all wrong for us, nobody likes us, The Planet is doomed and our parents will Die soon, when I figured I’d better check in on him. He hadn’t stirred in some time.
Poke. I had woken him.
“I’m listening. Yeah, yeah.”
“Repeat everything I said then.”
“He got away. That guy in the oxygen mask. The first one on the scene.”
He was listening afterall.
Serious stuff but written in a way that gave me a good belly laugh!
your chatter is poetry
Dawn, I love you, so very much.
i love you too dawn and you better not leave our neighbourhood!
Another sleep talk response from the person in the bed beside me. On a whim, a desperate whim, which may sound like an oxymoron but is not, I thought I’d hold his sleeping hand. He pulled it away, rolled over and said, “Those two are mine. I’ll look for the third hand. The third hand is yours.” There are many ways to interpret this response, you think on it. Nonetheless, no third hand was produced.