Did you sleep well, my love?
I assume that you did
For the sound of a freight train penetrated our bedroom airwaves
And you didn't move.
Did you sleep well, my love?
I assume that you did
For the whites of your eyes are still white,
Rather than streaked with red
As are mine.
Did you sleep well, my love?
I assume that you did
As your pillow stayed under your head,
Rather than over your ears
And you didn't ask to borrow my earplugs.
Did you sleep well, my love?
I assume that you did
Despite my elbow pressing ever-so-gently into the small of your back
And my leg "accidently" shooting yours across the foot of the bed.
Did you sleep well, my love?
I assume that you did
Though the sounds escaping your slumbering frame
Drowned out level 17 of my white noise machine
You were still.
Oh! The gladness I feel!
For you don't snore,
Unless you are sick or on your back.
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Alas, the source of my irritability remains a mystery.
3 comments:
I hear you! Seriously...Curtis tells me to hit him when it happens. Ummm every night and every 2 minutes? Then when I do, he is all testy and angry with me. Next morning...no recollection!
Maybe you should buy him some of those things to stick on his nose at night. I'm grateful for a husband who doesn't snore, but I do find it embarassing that he can sleep anywhere and everywhere.
Tacie, did you write that yourself? I love it! And can totally relate! :) --Amy
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