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this is what he has to deal with

November 14, 2010


Sunday morning. The house is quiet and warm, the flannel bedding is a cold-weather treat.

Ed wakes up slowly, rolls over, drifts off again, flings his arm out to land on my hip.

Wake, drift, repeat.

He mumbles. I say good morning, ask him something – I can’t remember what, now.

“I’m groggy,” he answers.  “I slept weird.”

He starts to drift off again, sleepy yet restless.  I try to think of a distraction, something to help him get past the waking-up part.

“If we had a disco ball in our bedroom, and it flashed little squares of light all over, and sparkly music played… then you’d wake up weird.”

Long beat.

Without opening his eyes, he mutters, “There’s something wrong with you.”

And then we howled with laughter.  That’s the way to wake up on a Sunday.


4 Comments leave one →
  1. November 15, 2010 2:08 pm

    Thanks for sharing such a sweet, everyday moment with us!

  2. November 15, 2010 5:31 pm

    This is the one thing I miss about sharing a bed with someone. Well, maybe the second thing.

    Still … being able to sleep in the middle? Priceless.

  3. Jet permalink*
    November 15, 2010 5:53 pm

    Sarah Jean – I almost didn’t, but it really was lovely, and so very much how we are together. We are blessed, in our quirky matched-up weirdness.

  4. Jet permalink*
    November 15, 2010 5:56 pm

    MommieV – I love waking up together. That’s a real bonus. I know what you mean about sharing space though – if we had a queen-size bed every night, we’d have a sleep-deprived marriage. And we do like our sleep.

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