Bob was a sound sleeper. Before I married him, I was warned by his family about his loud snoring. His sister told me she often had to go downstairs to his bedroom to roll him over to stop his snoring. His noise was keeping the rest of the family awake.
It took a while, but I got used to his snoring. Bob’s nightmares were a different thing.
What follows is an account of one nightmare that had me leaving our bed for safety.
I’m glad Bob remembered what he had been kicking at in his sleep. At least I knew it wasn’t me.
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