A Breathless Moment Shared.

The other night was one of those nights – where your mind slithers all over the place with eyes wide open staring, because every little sound is a disaster in the making. On and on it went until I finally caught on to what I was doing.

Maybe if I listen to my breath, I thought – I might calm down and slip into snoozedom.

But that didn’t work. As soon as I started paying attention to my breath, I couldn’t get it right. Too fast. Too slow. Not deep enough. Christ, who ever thought breathing could be so hard? Then I heard Man-Wonder give a little snort followed by deep slow breathing. Ahhhh! I’ll sync my breath to his.

And there we were, pleasantly breathing together in a nice sweet rhythm;  all night horrors banished . . . until I realized we weren’t breathing!

My hand shot under his tee-shirt and settled just below his ribcage. No movement. Maybe I wasn’t feeling in the right spot so I moved my hand closer to the center of his chest. Suddenly he gasped; took a deep breath, then smoothed out. My heart climbed back out of my throat. Thank God, he was still alive!

That’s when I almost shot up with surprise – did I just discover the reason for his chronic tiredness? His middle of the night crossword marathons?

I was on a mission – my hand returned to the spot below his ribcage and each time I didn’t feel a breath I nudged him gently. He was going to keep sleeping even if it killed me.

Or that was the plan but eventually I fell asleep somewhere in between nudges.

The next morning while eating breakfast I said, “I think I got a number on your sleep issues.”

“Oh, really?” He looked over at me, one eyebrow doing its thing. “And . . . “

“You stop breathing a lot during the night.”

“Is that why you kept poking me?”

“I was nudging, not poking.” Then it hit me, “How do you know I was nudging you?”

“Because I was awake. First you start feeling me up. Then you start poking at me. How could anyone sleep through those antics? And if I wasn’t breathing – it’s just because I was steeling myself for the next poke. It was really annoying you know.”

 

And that is why I am always amazed that any marriage ever lasts  . . .

 

2 Comments »

  1. anne54 Said:

    Oh yes!!

    Like

  2. writeknit Said:

    LOL too funny!

    Liked by 1 person


{ RSS feed for comments on this post} · { TrackBack URI }

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: