I usually go to bed around 10 and the other night I woke up again just before midnight. I was pretty cozy in bed and I don’t know what woke me, but I realized that the two extra pillows I had in bed – one between my knees and the other clutched to my chest – could have been just a little more cozy.
“Hey,” I thought to myself, “A body pillow would be great here. Wait! I have one of those!”
I debated the idea of getting up, then realized something else.
“If I get up to get that pillow, I could also get a couple of chocolate chip cookies,”
That settled it and I got out of bed.
“Cookies first,” I decided and without putting on my glasses or turning on lights, I made my way through the dark house and downstairs.
Since I have a pet cat, I always shuffle my feet when I walk in a dark house since I’d rather lightly kick than step on my cat if he gets in the way. I’m not really sure if that’s better, but that’s what I do.
I made it down the stairs safely, but as I turned the corner to go from the living room into the dining room and then kitchen – I forgot something.
When the puppies come for a visit, I put up a board across the door between the kitchen and dining room to give the super jumping cat a safe place. And I leave it there so he’s used to it.
I, apparently, am not.
I managed to slam the toes of both of my bare feet into this wildly unyielding board across the doorway.
I didn’t fall, but I swore harshly enough to scare the cat and take some paint off the walls – then managed to hobble to a lightswitch and light up the room.
Nothing was broken, but I’d managed to tear the nail of my big toe enough that part was sticking up at a sharp point.
Still, there were cookies in the kitchen and I went ahead and got two.
Turning off lights as I went back upstairs, I finished my cookies in route and went to the bathroom to trim that nail back to something safe – though even with the lights on I couldn’t see well enough without my glasses.
So, I went to my bedroom and got my glasses, then back to the bathroom to trim the nail. I checked the rest of my toes to see if there were any problems – bruised, broken, nails torn, bleeding, etc. – and not finding any I went to my library room to find the pillow. I thought it was in the closet but instead I found it under the bench where my cat likes to sleep.
The pillow was, of course, covered with a huge clump of cat hair that I could have used to make another cat. I even poked it to make sure it wasn’t somehow really another cat, but it wasn’t.
Too tired to de-fur the pillow, I just turned out the light and went back to my bedroom. I put away my glasses, got back in bed, and tried to get comfortable again.
“Well,” I thought as I rearranged the pillows, “That was a waste of time,”
Then, a little voice in the back of my head whispered,
“At least you got some cookies,”
And then I fell asleep again.
I don’t know about other people, but I’m certainly a danger to myself.
They were good cookies, though. Hmmm…was that little cookie-demanding voice what woke me up?