Faint snores were escaping his mouth and filling the room. I longed to be asleep like that. After trying to sleep and getting nowhere, I turned over to face my husband. With his back toward me, I could see the rising and falling of his body in rhythm with his breathing.
His peacefulness pulled me in and I scooted closer to him. I let my hand touch his bare back, my fingers tracing his freckles like a connect-the-dots. I didn't remember his skin feeling so smooth. A smile crept slowly on my face as my hands glided over his shoulder blades. Such strength and masculinity made me feel safe and protected. My hand slid up his sun-tanned neck, to his hair, so soft and dark. I brought my face to his head, taking in the familiar scent. Exhaling, I closed my eyes, one of my favorite smells. I pressed my cheek against his back, taking in yet another of my favorite smells, his deodorant. As I lifted my head to look over his body at his face, I could see his mouth was slightly open letting the snores out one by one. His eyelids, like curtains on a window, hid my favorite green eyes. His nose twitched and I giggled. I pulled away and laid on my side of the bed again.
Normally, I would've been a little annoyed at his snoring especially since I needed rest. But this morning was different. I didn't know why or how. It was as if his snoring was an assurance. An assurance of life, of companionship, of someone who takes me as I am. An assurance of a best friend and someone to protect me.
Snoring by many, if not most, is seen as an inconvenience or annoyance, as it distracts the other person from sleep. I even find myself making a loud noise to get my husband to stop snoring in the middle of the night. But this morning it was different for me. It was proof that he was alive. He was breathing (loudly maybe) but he was well, in good health, and if I wanted to wake him to give him a kiss I could.
I realized that there may come a day when his snoring is something I long to hear again, if just for a moment.
His snoring was an assurance that he was still there. And I hope to hear his snoring every morning for the rest of my life.
Snoring by many, if not most, is seen as an inconvenience or annoyance, as it distracts the other person from sleep. I even find myself making a loud noise to get my husband to stop snoring in the middle of the night. But this morning it was different for me. It was proof that he was alive. He was breathing (loudly maybe) but he was well, in good health, and if I wanted to wake him to give him a kiss I could.
I realized that there may come a day when his snoring is something I long to hear again, if just for a moment.
His snoring was an assurance that he was still there. And I hope to hear his snoring every morning for the rest of my life.
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