Neither Richard nor I have been
sleeping well lately. He caught a virus
due to stress and probably room temperature.
I always wake up hot and he has a pile of blankets. He coughs.
Bonnie snores. One or the other
of us will leave the room.
He turns on the TV. It is ALWAYS loud. I can’t return to sleep when there is
noise. But somehow between two and four
I slept hard. Really hard. I know it was hard because I had a
nightmarish dream.
“I had gotten out of bed for something
(probably to go to the bathroom) and when I returned my end table and all
contents had disappeared. I remember
looking for them in some kind of office building. That was weird.
“Later on, while in bed I heard a noise
and gone to the window to investigate a noise. I saw our car back up out of the
driveway. Surprisingly there had been enough
light to identify that it was our car. They must have been the ones who took the end table. I think that's where I had last seen my keys
“And right behind them was a red convertible
with four teenagers – first with
expressions of “Oh, no. We’ve been caught” but then a
smugness of “what are you
going to do about it”
“We had called the police. They were on their way but had not yet
arrived” when the rain
woke me up from my deep trance. I don’t think I ever
returned. If I did I cannot remember
what else happened. I am surprised at
remembering what I did.
Richard continues to come and go not
sleeping unless it is in front of the television in a sit-up position.
