Friday, April 25, 2008

By Chance To Snore


And so it was last night that Chup finally returned to Retro House. There was much rejoicing on my part and when it was finally time to say good night I fell asleep knowing that my husband was close by my side.

Only . . .

In the middle of the night when my bladder was convincingly full I got up to empty my system and I found out that I was alone. Was it a pregnancy-induced mirage? Had my Chup really come home that evening or was it a lovely dream I whipped up for survival?

Only . . .

In the morning, when the dawn sun had projected its rays into our amply-windowed home I found my husband curled up on the guestbed, snuggled with his own imported pillow and downblanket. I thought it best to leave him alone.

Only . . .

I wanted to know why he had left me alone after our week of employment-forced separation. So I gently awoke him. "Why did you leave me?" He smiled back, "You were snoring."

Only . . .

I am not a snorer. I don't snore. I've never snored. I do not engage in snoring. Me? A snorer? I can't handle this new identity! I am so young! A life of bed-sharing ahead of me cut so short! I refuse to let this become who I am!

Only . . .

If it's all about being nine months pregnant, I will gladly the snore the night away. A small sacrifice I say!

Only . . .

Tell me I won't snore the rest of my life.

For my sake.

For Chup's sake.