It’s true. I’m spoiled. Terribly so. Four days a week my husband brings me coffee and gently pulls me awake. Well, he tries at least. There is something spectacular about that tender space between sleeping and waking and it becomes even more intriguing with narratives from the cusp.
What follows is a reconstructed transcript of the bizarre conversations Laco and I have in the wee hours of the morning, when he is trying to wake me up and preparing to leave for work.
Laco (in a very soft and kind voice): Kelllll-lllyyy, good morning. I brought you coffee. Wouldn’t you really like to wake up and do some Yoga and have a nice productive day?
Kelly: Can you please be quiet please because I am trying to memorize a dream right now and I can’t hear it because you are talking.
Laco: (Pregnant pause….as he tries to determine whether I’d really prefer to get up and get to work or “memorize my dream.”
Actual wake-up time: 7.05
Laco: Kellll-llly, listen to the birds, aren’t they beautiful? I brought you some green vegetable juice.
Kelly: Mmm. I love green vegetables because they sound delicious for juice.
Laco: Do you want to wake up?
Actual wake up time: 6.30 (I really DO love green vegetables!)
Laco: Kelly, wake up, you told me that you have to wake up and write a paper. I brought you coffee. You want to wake up?
Kelly: My mind is wide awake it’s just that my eyes are closed.
Laco: Ha ha ha, yeah right. That sounds interesting. I wonder what time you’ll really wake up.
Kelly: Seriously, my mind is so much awake but my eyes aren’t yet. I love you goodbye.
Actual wake up time: 8.10
Kelly: What are you doing?
Laco: I have to write down my ideas.
Kelly: Okay I like ideas tomorrow.
Laco: Kelllyyyy, wake up, I brought you coffee! Listen to birds! It’s beautiful laundry day [no articles in the morning!]
Laco: I brought you coffee!
Actual wake up time: 5.00am (I really DO like ideas!)
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