Crisp, my aged companion couldn’t sleep.
She woke me shaking my shoulder, which was unusual as she wasn’t a touchy person, and we slept in separate beds.
“I can’t sleep,” she said,” I keep seeing the green gate and its closing on me never opening. I think its some sort of sign.”
“You’re going potty,” I suggested.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she retorted, “I’m as sane as the next person.”
“It’s 3 am.”
“I’m sorry, but that experience with the green gate springing back on me has unsettled me. I feel as though my life is closing in on me.”
“I should be so lucky,” I said as I snuggled down under the blankets hoping to give her the hint I wanted to sleep.
“Move over, I’ll sleep here with you.”
Oh no I thought, she’ll be off to sleep and snoring like a woman possessed in no time.
And she soon was.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2020/08/26/crimsons-creative-challenge-94/
Haha! Great story
The cost of sleeping with a woman: She snores.
Like your story.
It’s an occupational hazard. I owe my CPAP machine so much.
That definitely got a chuckle out of me.
Ha! This brought back memories. I stayed at a B&B a couple of years ago called “Greengate.” It’s down south at Robertson, and very, very charming. Crisp should try it out – it would take away any worries about green gates forever.