Saturday, 2 February 2013

3am Confusion

Steam roller.  Engine room.  An ocean of noise.  
Coming to. Noooo. Don't wake up!
Wtf. 
I'm awake.  What time is it?
Gentle susurration of breathing.  That's me. 
Rythmic rumbling cacophany. That's NOT!
Interupting my dreams.  You just don't.
I know! I'll unfollow him! I don't need this shit! 
3am. Damnit!
Confusion dissipating.
Oh. Husband snoring. Can't unfollow. Bed, not Twitter.
More lucid.

>>>Dig in the ribs<<<
TURN OVER!!!!!

Huh? he mumbles, no doubt drooling.
YOU'RE SNORING!!!!!
Uhhh, oh

>>>Another dig<<<
STILL SNORING!!!
Hrrbuhrrr

Damage done.
Now I'm awake.
And I realise I'm starving. 


6 comments:

  1. Know the feeling well. Had years of it now into the spare room he goes, or I do.

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    1. Haha. There is nothing worse. I still say you need to attack with those nose strips in the middle of the night. Might take a whole packet, mind :D

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  2. Ha! I have been there! Luckily he only snores when he has had a few!

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    1. Hehe have to confess it's me that snores when I've had a few :)

      He's had a very bad cold, bless him. Though in the middle of the night my sympathy is nowhere to be found!

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  3. Apparently many women start to snore in middle age, luckily - or not - there's no one to complain about me!

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    1. A definite bonus! not to mention the extra bed-space :) x

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