Just doin' some singin'

A funny thing happened last night. You know that blissful time right before sleep fully takes you? Your breathing has slowed, you’ve started letting your thoughts wander into weird areas that don’t necessarily connect, but you’re ok with it. You blissfully float into sleep. Or in my case, I blissfully dance into sleep. Not like flailing 80’s dancing, but a kind of flowing, loose-armed waltz, that twirls me right into dreamland. I suppose when you come across someone as nimble and light on their feet as I am, this is a natural phenomenon ……………. (wow, I took that one really far).

This is where I was last night. You’re completely unaware of the other person there with you. I take comfort in knowing that Pete does his own somersaulting version of sleep entry. Apparently last night, he was way ahead of me. Oh yeah, it’s important to know that we were spooning. I imagine some of you are going “awwwwwwww, that’s just precious all wrapped up in sugar!”, and some of you are thinking “gross, total over-share, get a room guys” But, those are the facts and I’m stickin’ to em……. and they’re important to the plot of the story. Besides, we had a room. Ha!

So there I am, waltzing, and there Pete is, right behind me, already well into some sort of amazing dream. All of a sudden, he starts singing. Remember the spooning? This means his mouth is very near my ear, and he wasn’t holdin’ back in his dream. This was a concert situation, so he really let it go. It was just one note, but because it did not coordinate with my waltz, I jumped about 50 feet throwing us both into confusion and bafflement.

“Oh, sorry hun, I was just singing in my dream.” After we changed the sheets because I had soiled myself from fear (not really), I asked him what he was singing.
“Joni Mitchell”, he says.

I’m happy to report that round two of sleep went much more smoothly, of course after we had a hearty laugh about round one. Sleep is almost my favorite time of day!

p.s. I heart her.