I took off my glasses and turned off the light. I pulled the covers up, rolled on my side and closed my eyes.
That’s when it started.
Snick. Snick. Snick.
It was like the sound my car made when the alternator died. But unlike the noise that stopped once I realized turning the key with greater frequency would not revive the lifeless battery, this sound continued.
SNICK. SNICK. SNICK.
The cacophony, which I feared would rattle my glasses off the nightstand, jeopardized not only my martial bliss, but my pre-menopausal ability to catch some Zzzzs without sucking on an Ambien.
The Husband was asleep on his back, which meant – he was snoring.
He denies that his supine slumber treats me to the occasionally nasal symphony. But that night, I stared Eyes Wide Open into the dark listening to his mournful Call of the Loud that sounded like the guttural musings of a small wounded rhino. [Read more…]