I’ve always had someone or more sharing a bedroom with me all my life – from siblings to husband. I hardly ever have to sleep alone.
But ever since we had children, and the husband is usually the one who will tuck the children into bed, there were nights where I’d be all alone in our bedroom.
Nights like these, I leave the bathroom light on because I’m too scared to sleep in the dark alone. I never knew I was that afraid of the dark!
More than once, I’d fall asleep, only to wake up after a nightmare in cold sweat and be unable to fall asleep again (just the other night, I dreamt that someone wanted to boil Nakayla and eat her up!). Sometimes, I’d wake up to the husband next to me, which will send waves of relief over me. All I had to do was pull his arms over me, and I’ll be back in dreamland again.
Other times, I wake up alone.
I’ll try my best to fall back asleep on my own, but when I can’t, I’ll head out into darkness to drag the husband back into the room with me, regardless of the time (often in the a.m. before sunrise). Without fail, the husband always follows knowingly.
However, in the wee hours of a particular Monday morning, he apparently had no recollection of moving into the room with me! He had been wondering how he had moved from one room to the next without actually moving, when I apologized for disturbing his sleep again.
Then, he made me feel bad, in a sweet way.
He asked me why I couldn’t sleep, and when I told him I had a nightmare, he asked me what it was about. Honestly, by the time I woke up, I had no idea what it was! And, instead of being annoyed with me, he just smiled and shrugged it off!
It made me feel bad, cos it sounded like I was being scared for nothing. And in many ways, being selfish for disturbing his sleep so that I can get mine.
But at the same time, I was feeling all sorts of love for and from my husband there and then!
And if you’re wondering what’s the ‘moral of the story’ here, there is none.
There is also no ‘the end’.
Because there will be more nights ahead with me waking up in cold sweat, and dragging the husband back into the room in the middle of the night. And he’d do it for me, whether knowingly or not. Hehe!