I would say usually we are on the same page, or at least know what page each of us would be on in certain scenarios. The other night, not so much. Not that he knew it.
Monday morning, I woke around 3:30 and smelled fire. I also heard fire engines.
Now rescue vehicles coming and going at all hours of the night is not unusual, and I've even learned, for the most part, to successfully ignore them. If I didn't, I'd never sleep, or think.
Oddly enough, I was having an extensive dream that involved fire and that chick from Law & Order SVU. Perhaps, I incorporated fire into my subconscious, or the entire dream, because I smelled smoke. Or maybe like Firestarter, I conjured up flames.
I laid there for
Finally, I lightly whispered to a sleeping 710, "do you smell smoke". He awoke immediately and said, "yes!".
We were out of bed - both nekkid - looking for....well, I don't know what. He saw nothing, I saw nothing, the sirens had stopped and hadn't gotten close to our house, let alone in our actual 'hood. Our house wasn't on fire.
He went back to bed and immediately fell asleep.
...and that's where our paths diverge.
I stayed awake. Wide awake.
Where was Sophie? How would we get her out - and what would we do with her once we did? What exit would we use? Where were my clothes and glasses? What do we try to save? When was the last time I backed up my laptop - and even if I did, where was the external hard drive? Do we need the house reassessed to take into account the renovations - so when we filed an insurance claim we had entire coverage? Where would we stay during reconstruction time?
....yeah.....there was no going back to sleep for Blobby.
I don't have ideations of how I'll die, but in a fire seems to rank up there in the crappiest fashion, which is most likely the real reason I never went back to Dream SVU land - all those questions just filled in the time. Yet next to me was the man I'm spending my life with - asleep and unaware.
Song by: Pet Shop Boys