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Thursday, April 25, 2013


I don't like sleeping alone. The first time that Cami and I slept apart was about six months into our marriage. She was working on her senior paper (it was the BIG paper that every graduating senior had to turn in) and had to pull an all-nighter in order to finish it and get it turned in on time. About midnight I decided to turn in so I kissed her and requested that she join me shortly. Well, when I woke up six or seven hours later she wasn't next to me. I kind of freaked out. In all of our months of marriage I had never woken up without her by my side. Where was my Cami?!? (keep in mind I had just woken up and so was still half dazed) I jumped from bed and frantically ran for the bathroom to see if she was there. No luck. Next I ran to our living room (it was 4 steps further; it was a VERY small apartment). It looked like a backpack had exploded; there were books everywhere! And right in the middle of them was my sweetheart, asleep, with the laptop (which had also gone to sleep) next to her. I think her hands may have still been resting on the keyboard but I don't remember for sure. It was later that day, sore and feeling physically drained, that I realized I don't sleep well when I'm not next to my hunnybunches (that's what we call each other sometimes).

This week I was reminded of how much I dislike sleeping away from my wife. I was able to go to a conference in Atlanta, Georgia for work. I stayed in a nice hotel, the Hyatt Regency Atlanta, on the 22nd floor (I always request the highest floor possible because I like the view and I figure if the hotel collapses there will be less rubble on top of me for the rescue teams to dig through in order to get to me). The pillows were great, the mattresses very comfortable, and the room temperature ideal. Yet each morning (I was there for three nights) I would wake up after seven or so hours of sleep (which is more than I normally get) absolutely exhausted. The first day I didn't realize what it was. The second day I did. I was lonely without my hunnybunches. I don't like being away from my lover girl. Suffice it say, I was pleased to be home last night sleeping in my own bed next to my sweetheart.

p.s. Cami managed to finish her paper that night, turned it in the next morning, and received an "A". She's pretty amazing!


  1. I'm the same way with my husband, J. I can't sleep unless he's right next to me. In fact, we both snore but his snoring is music to my ears.

  2. My wife claims that I snore but I don't believe her. :) It is definitely weird though to sleep in a perfectly quiet room and not have someone creeping across the bed during the night slowly pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Some mornings I wake up with just a sliver of bed underneath me and find my wife sprawled out on the rest of it. It's adorable. Thanks Simone!


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