Monday, February 6, 2017

Good Lord, I'm a Goner


Don't tell him I told you this, but... he snores.

He says I snore, too, but we all know girls don't actually do that sort of thing. It's right up there with belching and passing gas on the list of Things It's Biologically Impossible for Girls to Do. So when he says I snore, you know darn well he's just being silly.

But he definitely snores.

Surprisingly, it doesn't bother me at all. It's part of the noises of the night. It's rhythmic and somewhat soothing, and it makes me feel cozier and warmer to know he's right there. (Most nights, he's not there, so I soak up what time we have together.)

And when he's not there, the silence makes me nervous and restless. I've grown so comfortable with him, it's as if he supposed to be there, as if he's always been there. His absence feels like the anomaly. The night is off kilter without him. I get fidgety, and I have to wait for the lullaby of the passing night trains to soothe me to sleep. It's something to drown out the silence when he's gone.


7 comments:

  1. so true, I love what's unsaid as much as what's said here. The undercurrents of silence.

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  2. Enjoy it while you're young. Before we slept in separate rooms, my husband said I sounded like a bear snoring. Being in my own bed, well, it is wonderful.

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  3. I'm a goner, somebody catch my breath, I'm a goner, somebody ... God I'm so emo .... It's nice to know ...
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