I was so tired on Sunday that I lay down for a nap and sank into an abyss.Then the doorbell rang, beckoning me back to the land of the living. I listened from my bedroom upstairs and heard one of my daughters answer the door. I thought I heard a male voice speaking from the porch.Probably another city council candidate going door to door to drum up more votes. I rolled over drowsily and considered plodding downstairs to confirm my suspicion, but I knew that my husband, the Belgian Wonder, was in the house. He’d handle things.I rolled back over and drifted off again.Later, after waking from that second phase, I trudged down to the kitchen and found the Belgian Wonder sitting at the table working on this laptop.”Who was at the door?” I asked.”When?””Earlier. I heard the doorbell ring and one of the girls got the door.””Nobody rang the doorbell.””Who was at the door?””Nobody. There wasn’t a doorbell and nobody was at the door.””But I heard it!” I insisted. “One of the girls answered, and I was kind of nervous because I heard a male voice.””Hmmm….were you dreaming?””I was sleeping, but I woke up when I heard the doorbell.””Nobody’s come to the door, Ann. It’s been completely quiet.””How long have you been here?””Oh, 45 minutes. Maybe longer. And haven’t heard a doorbell. Not once.”I checked with the girls. “Did you answer the door?” They each shook their heads. And each time I asked, the Belgian Wonder, a light sleeper who has never dropped into a nap-abyss, kept laughing and shaking his head.
See? That’s why I don’t take naps!
🙂
I often have vivid dreams, whether day or night. But the nap-dreams end up so much more realistic than the nighttime dreams.
Sounds like your family is planning a Mother’s day surprise and they are fibbing that no one was there. OR you were dreaming the entire time. Sorry they laughed at you!
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I think I was dreaming, Hazel, because very rarely do I get any special treats or surprises from my family. I don’t mind–I’ve gotten used to it. It’s just not their style. In fact, it’s not mine, either, so I don’t model it well. 🙂
This is the first time I’ve seen you refer to your husband as the Belgian Wonder. Maybe he should meet The Beloved Swede? And, have you ever seen the movie “Gaslight?”
The Beloved Swede is a much classier pseudonym than the Belgian Wonder! My husband received that nickname in college and I adopted it here to create a little anonymity.
I haven’t seen “Gaslight.” Should I?
Miss Ann,
A couple things…
– what’s a nap?
– perhaps it was a door-to-door cookie salesman and your family ate all the evidence
– i think of waffles whenever you mention your husband– is that bad?
– my husband nods off into nap abyss whenever he sits still for more than 3 minutes
Blessings.
this is a hoot! and I too think of waffles when I hear Ann refer to the hubster as the Belgian Wonder. 🙂
I’m heavy sleeper and vivid dreamer too—the things my brain comes up with! Sometimes I think I should write it all down b/c it might make for some sort of crazy novel.
I hope your nap resulted in a more rested you, w/o grogginess.
This would never happen to me during the night, but afternoon naps are freaky that way. Must be something with the REM cycling patterns.
If it happens again next Sunday, you have the makings of a novel.