I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but we've become a two Pap machine family - Roger finally went in and got checked for apnea. We would check out Moose, but frankly, there's not a mask out there that could handle his overbite. For the most part, it's been working out well, but I have to admit... I miss Roger's snore.
See, that's one of the ways that I knew we belonged together- the first night we slept together, I realized that we had the exact same breath pattern. His inhalation, my exhalation - they were perfectly in sync (his was just at a significantly louder level.) It got to the point where his snores were kind of a lullaby to me - they were an audible reassurance he was alive and safe, lying next to me. But I['d rather have him alive, safe and not sleepy, so... sleeping with the machine, without the snore it is.
This morning, though - I woke up about 20 minutes before the alarm was due (well, my bladder woke up and dragged the rest of me along with it to the bathroom). When I slipped back into bed, I managed to convince Roger to take a few minutes to snuggle up before the alarm went off, sans mask. Snuggled up, under the warm covers, Moose between us, and hearing his snore in my ear - the closest I'm going to get to heaven in a while.
But then, of course, the alarm went off... and then Moose went off, standing on my kidneys and begging for attention, and the moment ended. But it was at least one perfect moment with my guys - I'll take what I can get.
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