I slowly woke up. The room was cold and dark, thanks to the air conditioner and the heavy curtains, just the way I like it. I had not opened my eyes yet when I realised that someone else was on the bed with me. I screamed inwardly, Who did I sleep with? I asked this question over and over again in my head, Kevin? Brian? James?
Their names started running through my mind. I was so scared I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes to even check. The bed was quite large and the space between us seemed like it could fit a medieval town.
In my panic, I closed my eyes even tighter and covered my face with my palm. Then I felt it, a metal between my fingers. My eyes flew open. I am married! Its my husband sleeping beside me! How could I have forgotten?
I moved and snuggled closer to him. I instantly remembered. In the darkness, I listened to the soft sound of his snore. I traced his face with my finger. I placed my head on his chest, my eyes still open, afraid I might forget again if I closed my eyes. What is wrong with me?
I slept off. When I woke up, he was not there. I panicked and ran downstairs. Then I heard him in the kitchen. I stood by the door, filled with guilt, watching him. I walked up to him and hugged him from behind, holding him tight.
‘Good morning’, he said warmly. I could feel the smile on his face. ‘Good morning’, I replied, my greeting muffled, my face on his back.
‘What’s wrong? Bad dream?’ I didn’t answer. He faced me and pulled me close. I nodded slowly, against his chest.
My love, it was a nightmare. A waking nightmare. I forgot about you. I’m sorry, forgive me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.