Pillow Talk
“The titanium screws in my ankle,” he moans. “The arthritis in my knee,” I whine.
It becomes a contest.
“The crick in my neck”
“My lower back”
“My blood sugar is low”
“I think I have a kidney stone”
I finally acquiesced. “You win.”
“I win.” He says as a smile spreads across his face. The smile quickly turns into a puzzled look. “I win what?’
I sigh, and reply, “The last Tylenol with Codeine and a peaceful nights sleep. I’m heading for the living room and the Lazyboy.”
I think I remember what our Pillow Talk use to sound like. You know, before children, or gray hair.
“I Think we need a new mattress, this one is lumpy.”
“Who needs a new mattress when we have each other for comfort.”
“Ohh is that cinnamon lotion.”
“Yea, for one spicy hot woman.”
“Is that the phone I hear?”
“It can wait, our love can’t.”
Then it slowly started to change as the years snuck by.
“ I think they mismarked the mattress, there does not seem to be enough room for both of us on this king sized bed.”
“ Ohh! Honey, is that Tanactrin? Could you rub some on my foot, I think I’m getting a fungus under my left toe.”
“ Is that the phone I hear? ”
“ I’ll get it, it might be Joe about war gamming night.”
My little trip down memory lane is interrupted, as my concerned, loving spouse, comes out to my Lazyboy sanctuary. He brings me a heated rice sock for my neck.
“ Aww, you do still love me.” I croon.
“ Of course Hon,” he replies. “But could you try keeping the snoring down a bit tonight? I think it might help that peaceful night sleep I won.”
I resist the urge to throw the rice sock at him.
“Sure DEAR, but maybe, you could use the ear plugs I so lovingly bought you for Christmas.”
“Good idea.” He mumbles as he ambles back down the hall to the bedroom.
(A Few Days Later)
Well, I’ve come to a conclusion; it may be less heart pounding talk, and occasionally from different pillows, but at least we still talk. I have to sign off now; William and I are having a race. Who can fall to sleep fastest? He misplaced the earplugs somewhere and he cuts the Z’s rather loud himself. I think I have a Bayer nighttime left somewhere.
