please dont judge me for what im about to write.
this...is george. my security blanket in the form of a stuffed monkey. since i was...very small..ive slept with george. as ive gotten older in the last...few.....couple..years, ive become alright with him just being in the ROOM as long as im aware of where he is. of course, holding him or using him as a pillow is always my favorite option. but...if ive already gotten into bed and comfortable..i will just look around the room for him and be fine once i see him.
this particular nite...laura and i stayed up almost all nite working on a project for a couple coworker/friends that were having a baby shower the next day. because it was so late...laura just stayed the nite. so..as we were getting into bed..laura, unaware of who george was, picked him up and set him on the ground with the rest of the meaningless pillows. i didnt say anything at the time. because really, when is a good time to tell your friend that...as an adult...it screws with you mentally to watch someone remove your stuffed animal from the bed...away from you? thats right. never. so i tried to curb the disturbance i experienced and just..go to sleep. it was late anyway.
but i couldnt do it. i had this..fidgety, uneasiness about me that would not allow me to be still long enough to get comfortable long enough to fall asleep. i had to do it. i had to get up and get him. if i was going to get ANY sleep...it wasnt an option to leave him on the floor. not after id seen him put there. by someone who didnt even know who he was.
inevitably, the next day, i was asked about the tossing and turning. when i sheepishly explained...i got the "your a freak" look..and was told to make george my new years resolution subject that day.
ta da!
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