- Mr. Coffee
- 8 years ago
- Wedding: November 2011
It’s quiet throughout the apartment; only the faint sound from the fan spinning above can be heard. No matter, for Miss Coffee and I have been asleep for several hours now. It’s a wonderful feeling; knowing that woman you love, is sleeping next to you. What more could a man truly ask for in life…
HOW ABOUT NOT GETTING PUNCHED IN THE FACE!?!?
Miss Coffee talks in her dreams; not only that, on many nights will begin pushing me out of bed! It’s nothing new and to be completely honest, I’m totally cool with it. I’ve found it more of a humorous conversation piece on the following mornings. In fact, here is a little story of the first time Miss Coffee stayed the night at my old apartment in Michigan.
We went out for dinner and a movie; can’t remember which one, but that’s not really important. After the movie Miss Coffee and I returned to my apartment and we had ended up talking for hours; different subjects, our likes, dislikes, and more. It was getting pretty late and instead of Miss Coffee driving home she agreed to stay the night.
**ladies get your mind out of the gutter**
This was the first night Miss Coffee fell asleep in my arms… and it was just perfect! Several hours later I awoke to a strange sound, like whimper. I slowly turned over to see if Miss Coffee was awake, thinking maybe she heard the sound too. I was immediately shocked to see the following taking place:
Miss Coffee’s arms were pointed straight up… towards the ceiling (like Frankenstein)! She was ever so slightly moving them back and forth; all the while, muttering something that no human would ever be able to make out. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was a very unusual thing for a person to witness. In truth, I just laid there, staring at Miss Coffee in pure fascination with a side order of fear!
The next morning I took Miss Coffee to breakfast. I just sat there debating over whether I should tell Miss Coffee about the potential horror movie that took place in my bed just few hours earlier. All these questions rolled through my head ‘should I tell her’, ‘what will she say’, ‘OMG… maybe she kills chickens and punches babies’! Ok, Ok maybe not that last one.
“Hey, can I ask you a question, did you have a strange dream last night”
Miss Coffee stopped eating, looked up at me and said “not really… why would you ask me that. Did I say something in my sleep”?
I went on telling Miss Coffee what I had witnessed; about the arms, the muttering… everything. Half way through the story I found myself laughing about it, which I think that was simply due to the fact she was laughing too. At first she thought I was messing with her; but just then, like a bolt of lighting Miss Coffee remembered what she was doing in her dream…
She was driving a car!
Ever since that first night, Miss Coffee continues to impress me with her wild dream stunts. Never the same thing, she continues to talk and move around in her sleep. One time I awoke to her saying the word “DUCK” over and over. Another time she scratched me so hard… it left a mark.
However, if you asked me what are some of things that you love about Miss Coffee… the following would be on the list:
“Miss Coffee always keeps me on my toes… even when we are sleeping”