Posts Tagged ‘sleep’

I like someone. Dude could very well be a jerk. I don’t know. I don’t know him. But my brain has decided that his CV matches the profile of the vacant position of prospective father to my children, the latter of whom, incidentally, I’m terrified of having.

Yesternight I had a nice dream. I was in bed, all tucked up, lying on tummy and half asleep, telling the object of my affections’ mum  – she was sitting on the bed showing me a sari – why I didn’t like the sari she was showing me. Now to the best part. Object of my affections lies down on top of me, hugs me and goes to sleep. And I fall asleep like that because I’m cozy and warm. And it’s a perfect world.

And then, in the morning, I wake up to our, who-are-we-kidding, less than perfect world.

But it’s alright’ it’s all good. I slept well and comfortably.

And I’m saying this completely unsarcastically – I  truly am blessed.

 

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So it’s a bit past ten and I’m sitting at the computer downstairs, blog-hopping the night away. It’s a cold night. And suddenly, Dog-a-doodle gets up from her nearby chair, where she had been sleeping for awhile, and goes upstairs. And I watch her climb the stairs and disappear out of view. I know where she went. She went to my room to sleep. On her own. And I’m still here downstairs! Now I know I may be babbling here, but that just isn’t right!!

Aren’t dogs supposed to be up all night guarding the house? And barking at random noises? Heck most dogs do all that outside the house! Mine used to sleep in the balcony, then moved into the living room during a rainy season and then due to her peeing under the stairway in the early mornings I had her sleeping in my room. That means that I’m often woken up at 3.30 in the morning where I have to stumble downstairs in a semi-conscious state and open the door for her.

The usual way it happens is that after dinner or around the time everyone goes to bed or when I’m done using the computer (which *sigh* is still not in my room) I go up to my bedroom to sleep and call Dog-a-doodle (my new roommate) along, who would get up from her chair where she usually sleeps after dinner and move to my rug. On cold days I cover her with an old shirt and tuck her in.

Now she just goes up to my bedroom on her own and goes to sleep, before me mind you, when I’m right here, all alone downstairs. I mean she is the dog of the house. That’s just not right, right?

Okay I just went up to check, and sure enough, there she was all snuggled up and fast asleep on my fluffy rug. I switch the light on and she opens her eyes lazily and gives me a “Can you not make too much noise, I’m trying to sleep” look. Me! I did the only thing I could think of; I tucked her in with the old shirt, switched off the light and came downstairs.  It is after all a cold night.