middle of the night . Half asleep, I turn to the other side. A brief moment of the departed Dämmerns only. Then a noise, my clinging to the little Halbwachsein. The dearest breathing next to me. That in itself would be of course no reason to even to escape with a single brain cell to the wide net sleeping. Finally, breathing is not only just as normal as vital, but to also be familiar and comfortable. But to me it roars in your ears, like the panting of Darth Vader. For it is precisely this one particular way of breathing, let me know well that comes in at least 5 breaths, the first snorers. Quietly. At first!
Thus always with the really annoying things, they sneak in quietly, almost imperceptibly, and a camouflaged harmless. A snarf? A snorer? Could happen again. No cause for alarm. But no, I know, will not be the one. And it is certainly not the volume.
There, now it's time. And they are louder. Of course. And I awake. Also, of course. Rather than curl up with happy, I have been following the development with almost scientific precision, counting distances, value volume and rhythm. And I try to prevention measures. Only a small Schupser here and there. My thoughts are now fully awake and deal with whatever they find Sun Things that need to be done urgently. Film clips. Shopping lists. And just completely nonsensical and unimportant stuff that is just for some reason, but from the depths of my memory up spills, such as a blockage Gulli at high tide. I'm annoyed that I ponder what annoys me even more.
Nothing moves the bodies of loved ones to perform their duties quietly, not even energetic Give me. On the contrary, it is to loud - Hallelujah! - Finally, in a muttered "What` s? " to flow.
"You're snoring in my ear," I snarl inszurück.
"Not!" justify himself.
"But certainly, yes, I'm not awake for the fun! You're snoring." If I had something I do not deserve pity? After all, he has not "I should note said yes." Seuftz.
"Can not be, I do not even sleep yet ..." it says and turns, almost asleep again in order.
And when I hear "it" again ... And the greatest thing in the morning I'm the only one on the all can remember at all.
And say once again a women's not capable of suffering ;-)
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