Spanking the Sleeping
Christopher has always had a remarkable ability to carry on a conversation intelligently, while remaining completely asleep. Sometimes we even get into arguments, only to find out halfway through the argument that Chris is arguing about Russians, and I am not.
Lately I’ve been sleeping entirely too much during the day, which means that I stay awake all night. Chris has never had a problem falling asleep, so after listening to him snore for a while, I usually get a book, attach my little booklight, and start reading in bed.
The other night I was engrossed in The Noonday Demon when Chris rolled over sleepily.
He slung one arm over my hip and patted my bum twice. “That’s what you get for bringing the money,” he said.
He left his arm draped on me and rolled his body away from me.
I knew he must be asleep, but I had to ask. “What did you say?”
He sighed patiently, and said “(mumble, mumble, mumble) days’ commission.”
I giggled. “Are you asleep again?” I asked.
He paused to consider that. His sleeping mind knew it all made logical sense, but the small part of him that was awake couldn’t figure out how to voice the logic. Luckily, he didn’t get mad at me tonight for not being able to read his mind.
He chuckled softly. “Sorry, I guess so. That’s all I got,” he announced, and patted my bum twice more, emphatically. He seemed pleased by the sound his hand made against my flannel-pajama-ed bottom.
He rolled over to his side and resumed snoring, and I went back to my book.
Posted by: ssjane | February 13, 2004 | 2:02 pm
Posted in: This Life