Lying here I can hear snoring. Not gentle and soothing, oh no, but raucous and in my ear.
I toss and turn to shut out the sound, pulling pillows over my head and humming silently to myself.
I try meditation but the noises permeate my Buddhist moment, fleeting as it was. They assault my ears and senses ….. roar, sniffle, snort.
He needs the sleep I know. He’s been poorly and is now on the mend…. I do love him…
I pull covers up and stuff wads of fluffy blankie in my ears. Muffled zzzzzz’s seep in. It’s quieter. I drift off to sleep. The makeshift earmuffs fall off my ears and I awake, shocked, confused, to the window shaking onslaught.
Shall I get up? No. Too tired. I may wake him
He needs the sleep.
Tossing and turning all night, blankie now wrapped around my head, I finally drift off
ten minutes before the alarm goes off, and the now well rested Alsatian wakes me for his morning walk.