The Sun Also Rises….

Last night in the middle of the night, in that deepest, soundest, most comfortable, hottest part of the mattress pad time of the night, I heard Greg ask if I was awake.

Why would I be awake? It was the middle of the night on my hot buttered rum side of the bed, his, an icy cold Corona with lime.

I felt the mattress rise on my side making it that much warmer, that much cosier that much sleepier.

Greg had gotten out of bed.

I blinked at the clock and it read 6:00am. Impossible. It was the middle of the night. I actually convinced myself Greg had gone to a lot of bother to trick me into waking up in the middle of the night and planned to laugh and laugh after I exited the shower, telling me it was really 2am. Now I’m soaking wet and ready to start my day and he would sink into a deeper slumber.

Fool me once, it was not happening.

Still curled up careful not to dip my toes on the icy side, I thought I heard Greg’s coffee starting up. He has gone to a lot of bother to get this fake morning started. I am not buying.

He tiptoed down to his office to fire up his computer, a true method actor. Man he’s committed to this one. The changing of the clocks, a wasted pot of coffee and a computer battery, all feeble attempts at early morning trickery, will he stop at nothing?

Hanna came slinking down the hall with her (MY) super soft blanket that I was willing to lend her when I got the heated mattress pad but has never been returned. Sleepwalking? What is she doing up at this hour?

He’s gone to great lengths to pull this one off, even enrolling the kids in his twisted agenda.

Is that the sun rising? Has he placed a spotlight behind the black-out curtain?

Nice try rooster. Nice try.

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