During the early part of the marriage, especially in the mornings when I woke up, I would forget I was married. Fortunately, I don’t have a habit of rolling around in my sleep otherwise I could’ve crushed the minute Mrs. C. Bhojwani, who often times lays camouflaged beneath a heap of blankets and pillows.
The first morning, once I remembered I was married, I cosied up to my slumbering wife and placed my head on her pillow. Perhaps it was the floral aroma of my morning breath that caused her to open her eyes moments later. Evidently she too forgot she was married since the close up visual of her stunning husband caused her to jump back and almost fall off the bed. Fortunately a few seconds later she whined my name and reached out for a hug.
A few mornings later, now that I had a vague memory of having a wife, I reached out to my right searching for her only to find the empty bed. Recalling her size in my groggy state, I continued to pat around the entire right side in case she was rolled up in some corner, but that wasn’t the case. Rolling back to my left, I cracked my eye open and found her standing at the edge of the bed, hovering over me with her hands on her hips and a huge grin on her small face.
‘How long have you been there?’ I mumbled with a smile.
‘A while!’ she responded enthusiastically.
She always complained about the AC and now she was standing in it for a while? What in the world for?
‘Why you standing there?’ I inquired.
‘Thinking? What could you possibly be thinking of all this while?’
‘If I should wake you up or not!’
Marriage Tip 3
Always expect the unexpected!
Welcome to my married morning life!