The room is pitch black and it’s 4am. If there is any light, it’s no greater than the power strip light which is strangely filled to capacity. There is never enough outlets. Who gets the juice? The printer, my ear buds or my shredder? My phone has reserved parking. Crazy!!
I am submerged and cocooned in warm sheets, two comforters and strategically positioned pillows with one job, to serve me. The room is quiet and still and everything outdoors has fallen asleep finally. The room is cool enough to make me appreciate the warmth and weight of these covers. I say to myself, “ I am in a good place and space.” The world has slowed to a halt and it feels good. I start thinking.
What would feel greater? I am lying here and I hear you come in. I know your every move because my ears see it all. I know that thing of energy is real because as soon as you walk in the bedroom, the atoms shift, the neutrons adjust and the oxygen and air pressure in the room repositions itself to serve the both of us. I can feel you long before I can see you. Maybe none of that is true. Is it simply my anticipation and excitement that shifts? Who cares. Either way I’m here for it.
When at one point I have hunkered down in this time capsule for a night trip to SnoozeVille for one, now I find my body making room and opening up for another passenger. My phone, Sunday school book and remote will have to sleep on the floor tonight. I even scoot over even though I know there is a whole other side wide open. My body instinctively opens these covers like someone pushed the garage door opener and waves you in like the floor lights on the airplane. Come on home!! Now I’m trying to figure out how I want you to land. First, there is the “climb in on your side approach.” Even then I neatly fold the cover corner back for you. This way you climb in and scoot across the valley of sheets and come up from behind. There is nothing like traveling across the valley of sheets and find an oasis of curvaceous warm tyrannosaurus meat. Who would just leave hot Ty meat just laying out here all alone and unattended on the grill? I approach it carefully. Somehow someone has basted it in Organic Strawberry blossom and a light coat of baby oil strangely. Well let me test the neck meat. If I were a vampire it would be curtains. I assume spooning posture and slide my arm around the waist to steady the prize. Wait, I’ve gone too far. As I digress.
Secondly, there is the “I’ll scoot back and hold the clubhouse door open and you back that tractor trailer on in her girl!!” Get all the way up on here and I will let the door down. Run me over, I came to die!! She likes being covered in sheets, covers and man muscles. I feel like the whale that ate Jonah. Get in my belly. I swallowed her whole!!
Thirdly, there is my favorite, the “I come on your side and just climb on top of the covered mountain.” My weight crushes you but in this moment you want all the smoke, bricks and all. I would dive from the door but I’m too aged for injuries so my better judgement recommends I leave the stage diving to the young bulls. I just mosey over, mount and wrestle to submission whatever alien this is under these covers. There ain’t but one thing left after a good submission wrestling match!! With disheveled sheets and all the pillows on the floor, we make peace and then war!!! Now what does this have to do with me in a dark room in bed? I am clueless. So, what is the moral or morals of this story? Please share in the comment section. Leave out the part about me needing meds. If you read it all, you need meds too.
I love you forever
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