My wife exercises three mornings a week at the local Y. I’m typically abed, reviewing dreams, when she leaves. She normally comes by to say good-bye. I generally wave a foot or hand in acknowledgement.
Well, today, I was buried in sleep and didn’t respond to her. I got up and did all my usual things. As I finished dressing, I heard her arrive home. I didn’t go out and say hello, as I had something going on in my head.
Coming down the hall, she called, “Where are you?”
I didn’t answer but I walked around to meet her. She said with real relief, “Oh, thank God. I saw your car in the garage. Then I didn’t see or hear you anywhere. You didn’t give me a wave when I left this morning. I thought, oh, no, he died and I didn’t notice.”
We laughed but I had to note, “You are such an optimist.”
Michael Seidel, writer 
What a lovely connection you two have…
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Thanks, Judy. Cheers
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My husband is a very deep sleeper, but a shallow breather. You really have to pay attention to see his chest move. Sometimes in the morning I will watch him not-breathing, and I think, oh dear…then I put my hand on his chest and feel his ribcage go up and down, ever so slightly. At our age it’s kinda nice to know “not yet”.
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I seem to be a bit like your hubby. I’ve awakened to my wife deeply peering at me. I used to ask her what she was doing. Now I know and just tell her, “Still alive, just asleep.” She replies, “Just checking.”
Happy to learn that others are like us. Or we’re like them. Cheers
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