Other People's Kids

Saturday Morning Interlude

It's Saturday morning, and The Wife is happily asleep in her Sleep-Number bed, dialed into that perfect combination of cushiness and firmness. She's not been feeling well for a day or so, and her body welcomes the extra sleep. She's been sleeping well all night, except that she had a hard time initially falling asleep because, as is often the case, hubby was late coming to bed. Finally she just turned off the light. "Let the dirtbag stay up as long as he wants...I'm sleeping" she thinks groggily before spiraling down into her slumber.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Damn alarm. Can't they make alarm clocks that can tell when it's Saturday and just shut the hell up?

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

She opens one eye a slit and sees the dark mound on the other side of the bed that is her husband, and decides to wait until he climbs his way out of his dream to shut it off. It takes him a minute sometimes...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Okay, it's Saturday. She decides she shouldn't have to put up with this crap.

"Honey, shut off the alarm."

No response except a slight shift on the other side of the bed.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Honey, WAKE UP. Shut it off."

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

She reaches over to give her husband-lump a shake-nudge. He needs that sometimes. Suddenly a tongue reaches out of the lump and slides along her hand. The shape shifts, she feels fur on her wrist and two eyes shine out of the dark at her. She suddenly understood why her husband wasn't shutting off the alarm.

I'm writing a lot of this out of my imagination, because I had fallen asleep in my chair in the living room and didn't get into bed until about an hour after it all happened. But Willy was right there to say good morning to The Wife the minute she woke up. Dogs are great like that.

posted by Dan @ 11:27 AM