Few may know this about me, but I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. It can happen anytime as long as I feel safe and comfortable. I can fall asleep in the middle of an action-packed triller, a romantic comedy, or any movie or book for that matter. At the end of every day, no matter what was happening that day–my body relaxes and my eyes just shut. Yes, I am one of those people who try to fight it-sometimes one eye open, then two, then one again….this could go on for an hour. In and out, in and out as I fight sleep-sometimes even being taunted by those who claim they love me.
My husband and children think it’s hilarious to shout and yell mom just as my eyes close, always I am startled awake and the room fills with laughter.
Just this weekend, while on a quick trip to Great Wolf Lodge in Grand Mound, WA. with my sister and her two daughters, I was reminded of their love for me. I was told at the end of the trip, that they all were trying to talk to me and mess with me…just as I was falling asleep each night. Asking me questions, and I was answering them with nonsense as if, I was coherent.
Yes, Yes, my sister of all people, know I can fall asleep anywhere. I think her least favorite past time is starting movies with me-any genre, no matter the movie title or who’s in it, or how bad we wanted to see it together-I usually miss 3/4 of the movie and she is left awake giggling to herself because she can never stop a movie in the the middle and restart it later. She and my husband have this same problem, they can’t sleep until it’s over. And for me, that’s not really a problem.
Does it really matter, how many movies that I have started one night with someone and finished the next day alone? I don’t think so but to some, I could say, I understand this frustration when they lean over to me to say something and again I am sawing ZZZ’s as they are trapped awake and can’t possible hit pause on the movie and join me in my slumber. I know, I am not the only one who suffers from early on set sleep mode when the play button is pushed at the beginning of a movie. Come on, I know you people exist out there.
Anyway, this weekend, I remember begin curled up under the most wonderful Chenille blanket on my sister’s side of the double bed we shared for the weekend…kids running around making noise…I remember feeling this smooth wave of rest wash over me and no, the t.v. was not on. I dozed off again. At one point, I continuously remember feeling a small brush or tickle on the bottom of my feet or foot, I was not awake enough to know whether it was happening on one foot or both. I was in a sleep state where I don’t actually know if someone was messing with me or if in my dream there were bugs tickling my feet, or feathers grazing across my bare feet, or for that matter, whether or not it was dear ol’ sis freaking messing with me. I don’t remember her ever speaking or making a sound as I slept. The last thing I do remember was hearing my sister, say, “we will get our swimsuits on and meet you down at the pool, shortly.”
So, I am on the bed in my tortured bug infested dream…imagining or feeling (in real life) that my feet were being -ucked with…I lurch forward at the hips to what felt like slamming my head up against a brick wall and awake by my dear sister, who decides it would be a good idea….while her wonderful little sister sleeps…to tickle her forehead and nose with the corner of the feather weight Chenille blanket.
I am now awake…not really awake in the way, I like to wake up slowly. But jerked up by her stupid humor…..and who actually thought that was hilarious but herself and the empty quiet room she was in. Oh’ boy did she ever think it was hilarious!
As for myself, not so much. We get dressed and I begin to tell her about my foot issue….was it a dream or was she actually messing with me?? Of course, she denied nothing of the sort. And she stuck with that answer.
The weekend passes and it’s never brought up again…did I ever get even with her for tickling my forehead and nose??? No. Oh, but I will!
So, I am asking you. Do you think she was messing with me the whole time….were the bugs on my feet disguised and it was really my sister’s fingers?? Or, if I know her as well as I think I do, possibly a plastic fork?
Either way, she’ll get hers next time we see each other!