Jackson Pollock, No. 32, 1950
I had a nightmare last night, a nameless terror, and cried out with fright. In the darkness MrM patted my arm until the fear subsided. As I sank back into a dreamless sleep I thought "this is what it is like to be loved".
Oh!
ReplyDeleteI dreamed the house slid off its foundation.
ReplyDeleteK was already up.
MrM is a good guy.
Indeed. I hope that you have only sweet dreams tonight. xx
ReplyDeleteI was actually very sick with a tummy virus (I will spare you the details) a few nights ago so I was up for a few hours ... VERY sick ... Fabio never even realized it. When I asked the next morning he said he THOUGHT he heard something but never acted on that thought ...
ReplyDeleteYeah, I'm safe allright.
Since my husband died and i have no one to hold me at night, my brain has somehow saved me from night terrors by generally not dreaming at all. Which is a bit weird. I have to confess to feeling a pang of jealousy for your cosyness. But my husband was like Paola's. The truth is, he probably wouldn't have noticed. The wonder of rose tinted spectacles x
ReplyDeleteI had a bad dream once and woke up to screams. Unfortunately, they were coming from hubby as I had sunk my teeth into his shoulder in a form of self defence. Poor man. I think he's a bit afraid of me these days.
ReplyDeleteTo have someone that truly cares is a gift.
ReplyDeleteI fear that this points me in a better light than I deserve. Probably an involuntary response to MrsM taking more than her fair share of the duvet I expect.
ReplyDeletea lovely post, and I adore MrMs response. When I wake at night I find great comfort in being able to prod The Husband until he wakes and soothes me. However, he too, probably sees it less as a romantic gesture and more as a means of getting back to sleep!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely.
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