Yesterday’s post about disrupted sleep reminded me of something that happened more than once when I was married to my second (and last) husband. I would be sound asleep, then somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, I’d hear him calling me. It would go something like this:
Hus2 (whispering): “Baby!...Baby?”
I wouldn't answer immediately as my foggy brain tried to sort out whether or not I was dreaming. So he’d start again:
Hus2 (a little louder and accompanied by a nudge): “Baby!”
Me: “Hummmmph. What?”
Hus2: “Are you awake?”
Me (wide awake and alert now): “Yes, why?”
Hus2: “I wonder what woke us up.”
velvet sacks: I was glad to know you read my blog even if you agree or not with what i said doesn't matter. i live 100 miles south of Springfield mo. It is a great city.Since you are 63 i suppose you remember THE OZARK JULIBEE.AS FOR HUSBAND NO. 2 WAKING YOU, I NEVER HAD BUT ONE AND HE IS GONE AND I DON"T WANT ANOTHER. esp. if they wake you to see if you are asleep. patsy
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