I have no screens on my windows. They make the outside look dirty and dank. The other night I had a dream that I lazily fell out of my second-story bedroom window. The dream didn’t have an ending to that particular part. But it gave me the umph to go down to the basement, find the proper screen and put the screen on the window the next morning. Just a little weird – you know the shenanigans and tomfoolery I put poor Marty through at night. I even slept on the couch the next night. Freak. I am a freak. Plus, I have that REM sleep problem where I act out my dreams, violently.
When I told my Italian sister, Cindy this, she burst out laughing. ”Oh my God, Sarah, if you pitched yourself out a window all that would happen would be that you would break your nose and you know it!” We laughed hysterically and I added that I would probably have a black-tie to go to the next day with that broken, swollen, black and blue nose. We got a good chuckle out of it and now my fear of that stupid window is gone.
Today, Marty, too, told me he was leaving to run errands and would be back to pick me up in an hour, but that he would check outside near the bushes under the window for me first before he came in for me.
Funny people. They make me laugh at my freakness.
Love, Little Miss Sunshine