Living in Another Reality


My husband talks in his sleep.

I may not get a lot of sleep some nights, but I always get entertained.

Like the night when we happened to both be lying on our sides, turned toward each other. He opened his eyes, gazed at me intently, and said, “You look like . . .”

As I was thinking Now what? he completed his sentence. “. . . a turtle.”

I look like a turtle?

Squinting and staring at me more intensely, he asked, “How’d you do that?”


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