By Chance To Snore
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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.