A couple of mornings back I woke up around 5 am to an amusingly pleasant surprise. My husband and I, who usually fall asleep cuddling but later toss and turn our separate ways, were completely entangled. Our legs were intertwined. We were holding hands. And, if I’m not mistaken, the reason I woke up in the first place was because my boy had just gently kissed me on the cheek. While sleeping. This isn’t the first time something similar has happened. However, last time it wasn’t quite as innocent. I’ll spare you the details, but I will tell you that we were both rather shocked and confused when we woke up. This time, I let my boy sleep while I cherished and recorded the moment in my mind. Our freakishly close bond that carries over to the dream world is something beautiful to me, and I stayed up for a few more minutes just to smile about it. The next morning, Robby,who is a much deeper sleeper, had no recollection of the ordeal whatsoever. I excitedly informed him and we, both on our way to work, shared some morning laughter over the phone line. The previous night, we had cuddled on the couch watching “Workaholics”, and I couldn’t help but remind him of a quote we had both chuckled at. “It’s like we’re boning in the spirit world.” That’s probably the best and most poetic way I could possibly word this deep life and sleep connection we seem to have.
Ps: I am totally head over heels in love with this boy. ( mushy-gushy and strikingly obvious, I know. But I’m 22. I deserve some redundancy and mushiness every now and again,eh?)