Too Sleepy

It was early, I could “feel” it with every soft breath I inhaled.  My eyes lightly fluttered open and then fell shut gently taking my entire head deeper into my pillow.  It was one of those perfect moments, I was just scarcely stirring awake, yet was not jolted or startled, and I was mere moments away from falling back into my deep slumber.  On the second sleepy blink of my peepers I could barely see daylight behind the dark curtains, it could not have been past 7:30.  I still had several wonderful hours of sleep ahead of me and I was about to commence.  My bed had completely engulfed me and my body was tangled gloriously in my covers.  The room was cool and the fan felt good.  As my vision gradually focused through the haze of my eye lashes I spotted the most perfect addition to my moment of bliss.  Mere inches from my head lay my favorite pillow.  This pillow is a cloud, soft, yet supportive, it is literally perfection every single time I lay my head on it.  There are no less than six pillows on our bed so, in order to be able to spot my favorite pillow in heavy-eyed situations such as now, I always have a contrasting pillow case on it.  Genius, I know!  I close my eyes for the last time and inhale deeply as I lift my upper body and reach with my head towards the supple cushion that will support my noggin for the next several hours.  I exhale and allow my head to fall freely toward the surface that has never let me down.  But my pillow of perfection was not what my head landed on.  Instead I literally smacked into the back of my husband’s shoulder.  It jarred my teeth, hurt my ear and smushed my face.  Of course I woke the sleeping bear, well he growled a little anyway.  I suppose I would have too if a bowling ball had unexpectedly come crashing down on my back while I was sleeping peacefully.  In a culmination of coincidences, Hubbs decided to go to bed in a t-shirt and said t-shirt happened to be the same color as my perfect pillowcase.  I bet he will not make that mistake again-poor Hubbs!  My stark realization now is that after almost a year of marriage I am still nowhere near becoming accustomed to sharing a bed, even a king-size.