It is 7:30 in Goa and my adventurous travel buddy is asleep beside me. Napping? Sleeping off a crazy night? Negative. She was tired, so she is sleeping...hopefully, she says, for the night.
As we wait to post on our adventures of yesterday evening (it was a doozy! No worries, mum...home by 9:30), I figure I am going to retaliate against claire's mockery of my sick self with a commentary on her sleeping self.
Tonight...for example. A typical evening:
Face Lotions 1-3 applied. She is into moisturizing.
Turns on the AC
Turns on the fan
Turns off the fan
Fan back on
Pillows plumped
Reads
Pillows re-plumped
Eye mask on, ear plugs in
Pillow 1 plumped before Pillow 2 is put over her head
Blankets pulled over pillows
Readjustment of EVERYTHING
Silence. Blissful silence.
She starts kicking. And give it thirty seconds...oof. Kicked me again.
No worries...I have not lost my touch; I know that this post is not that funny. This is just my life...and I feel those who have seen this particular ritual will appreciate that it has not changed, it will not change, and it is inevitably a major part of my day. I wish I had a picture...but I do not want to wake her.
1 comment:
ha! this sounds scarily like my ritual except i don't kick and don't fall asleep before the other person. NO ONE sees me sleeping unless i am knocked out. (weird weird ability to know when i'm being looked at- even in REM)
love your travel journals... keep it up!
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