I have always hated to be alone in bed. From the time I was a child, I have always cried when I was placed in my crib away from my mom’s bed. Even when I grew older, I would prefer to share my bed with my mom or my sister. I was probably one of the very few college-age girls who still slept with their moms. Now that I’m married, I feel so safe when I spend the night curled up in my hubby’s arms. Snuggling under the bed covers gives me a sense of security and a sense of being loved.
But my husband, being a nurse, is almost always on the night shift. As such, I often have to spend my nights alone in bed. Frequently, I leave the lights on to ward off my fears. At times, I just keep the dim night light on and burrow under the covers. Often, it takes hours of tossing and turning before I finally fall asleep. And always, I find myself shivering, no matter what the temperature is.
Tonight is one such night. And tonight, more than any other time, I need my husband beside me. But, as always, he is at work. And because his mobile phone battery is dead, I have absolutely no means of contact with him. Not even a kiss over the phone line to soothe my fears… Not even a chance of pretending I’m not alone… Sad…
