A Bad Night's Sleep

I miss your snoring Sweetheart. It reminded me you were there.

I'll be honest - I used to joke with a few coworkers about wanting to strangle you for it. A few female coworkers were talking about sleep and trying to fall asleep before their husbands came in and the log-sawing started. We laughed about it. Chick-bonding, I suppose.

I take everything I said back. I wouldn't strangle you. I'd choose to sleep poorly the rest of my life if I could - heck, right now, most nights I do anyways...

I wish you were snuggled up to me with your chin resting in the back of my neck snoring right into my ear because it would mean I could still kiss you good morning, could fight over who gets to be little spoon, and you would still be there when I came home.

All my love, S