Snooze to Me

(settling into bed)

Me: “Sorry it took me a bit to get to bed tonight. Good night, dear. Sleep tight.”

(long pause)

Wonderful Wife: “What are you doing?”

Me: “Letting you go to sleep. You’ve  been saying all night how tired you are. So, let’s go right to sleep.”

(long pause)

WW: “Dont forget the seven.”

Me: “Huh? The seven what?”

WW: “Seven… Eleven.”

Me: “OK. What about it?”


WW: “What about what?”

Me: “You said don’t forget the Seven Eleven.”

WW: “I may be… hallucinating.”

Me: “I think you’re just falling…”

WW: (soft snoring)

Me: “… asleep.”

(soft kiss on forehead)

Me: “Goodnight, Sweetie.”


I’ve been up most of the night with customer issues for work. In the 2 hours I got to sleep, I dreamed I was a Scientist who was studying my own superhuman healing powers, before I was shot five times by a street thug during a robbery of my lab. My healing powers struggled to overcome the injuries and I eventually passed out at the opening of an alley, just as Tony Stark and Bruce Banner stumbled by after a long night of drinking. I was whisked away and drifted in and out of a montage of hospital scenes. Apparently now I’m an Avenger. In my dreams. Literally.