I sleep like a log 🙂 Yep..that is what my husband tells me. Can I deny that ? No 🙂 I am happy that I sleep so deep. Whenever, I hit the bed..I never remember anything else..except the dreams or nightmares that I see.. then I slowly turn and twist maybe and pull away the sheet..and get diagonal in position.Unintentionally..I push my dear husband to the farthest edge of the bed..and take the sheet and roll in the opposite direction.
I have alarms set, one for 4.15 am and another for 5.30 am..both goes on ringing..and wakes up my husband as I continue to sleep :). he wakes me up around 6.30 am with a cup of tea, a smile and a touch on my shoulder..with a usual question ” Do you want to sleep or ?”
I promptly always answer,”Please..yes I want my tea”
Sometimes ,he asks me to make tea and my reply is” Are you sure”
He is not and quickly relieves me, by presenting me with a hot cup of tea. I always brush and comb my hair, before I take a sip. I look for the newspaper, he hands it to me..he knows I want to feel the newness.
When at night..He asks me to get the water ..I always give him directions like..turn around, take a right and there is your water with the jug. He always laughs and tell me that I am a big time..lazy…. i never mind that..because its true and also because he loves to spoil me and I really enjoy that 😉
My grandmother told me, for a girl there are two places where she can be really happy. When she is with her father ,she is his Princess..he showers everything on her..takes her side and gives her many things. My father was like that, he and I would take a walk to the corner shop at night and he will always buy a single sweet..then he would unwrap and cut into halves..one was always for me. my two elder brothers never were interested in this night walk..that I would enjoy.. My father had a hobby for collecting stamps, and I would sit and monitor what was going where..he made albums for all of us, my brothers had cars etc mine were all butterflies and flowers. He always liked when I carried his tea..no body dared to wake him up except me 🙂
When my father died. I couldn’t cry because my mother was crying too much.. I felt I had to be strong, as my brothers were and I kept telling my mother..that she is not alone..but till today..I know deep inside me..that she is lonely..because you can never be happy without the man who loves you..