I often have a difficult time falling asleep at night. It isn't that I am wired , or that my brain is still producing valuable output, but that Miles and I keep different schedules. I am the go-to-bed-early-wake-up-early sort and he...isn't.
It's nine o'clock and I am wilted over the bedclothes with two brain cells duking it out over a thin shard of cognitive thought. I hear the dance of Miles' fingertips over his laptop keyboard. I hear a melody in the opaque whir of the dehumidifier. I hear those two brain cells.
Opening my eyes, the lights are dim but they might as well be interrogation bulbs inches from my face. The clock burns 9:07 in vivid red flames. Clem is seated upon the bed, staring at me over his back leg as he cleans his nether regions. Sleep doesn't come.
Miles walks over to me, sympathetic, as he knows true abuse as the overhead lights liven up the place at five-AM. "How about I put in a movie?" I can fall asleep to a movie I've already seen, one that I know well. I last five to ten minutes after commencement of the DVD player, and it takes me several days to finish a movie.
Last night, my fourth night of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Miles grumbled, "I listen to this damn thing every night...." Nevertheless, he popped the movie in and I selected the 25th scene to play. I don't think I saw it switch over to the 26th. Miles came to bed hours later and I was jostled awake. I am a very deep sleeper, so this is a very difficult thing to do...but leave it to Miles to figure out a way.
Restless once more, as I am now accustomed to falling asleep in an empty bed, I summon the DVD menu and select scene 26 as Miles growled and buried his head beneath the sheets. The tranquilizer hit in about 2 minutes, but I think Miles might have listened to the end of the movie....again. At least, that was my impression as he, looking as if he just survived a fight with the sheets by a mere thread and quit bed an hour later than usual, mumbled, "You and your stupid movie..."
