I lie in bed. The ceiling fan stirs the wisps of hair around my face, whirring like the whisper of a companion. I’ve gotten so I can’t sleep without it, even on the coolest nights. The toilet flushes, a brief glimmer of light – door open, light switch flipped – and my husband slips into bed beside me. He stretches, shifts his weight, yawns hugely and settles in. His body touches mine for only an instant – it’s an accident, and he pulls away quickly. I wait. I hear him clear his throat and shuffle under the quilt and think, maybe, but he goes still again. I lie very still, faking sleep; I know it doesn’t matter if I am sleeping or awake, but it makes me feel better to pretend. When he raises his body suddenly, I am sure he intends to kiss me goodnight, but he reaches for the clock glowing on the night stand, and I see he’s forgotten to set his alarm. He finishes with the clock and again furrows beneath the covers; within minutes his light snore competes with the fan overhead for my attention, and I, too, roll over, shifting and settling my body for sleep. A year and a half, I think, and surprised by this I begin to do my count. The last time we made love was the middle of March, last year, in a hotel room in Paris . . . it is now the fifth of November of the following year, and we have, indeed, passed the eighteen-month mark. Nom myoho renge kyo, I chant silently.
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I lie in bed.
Posted in family, life, Uncategorized, tagged , bed, marriage, Nom myoho renge kyo, sleep on November 6, 2007| 2 Comments »
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