Breath of Fresh Air

I am sure nearly everyone has been awoken in the middle of the night for some reason or another; snoring, cat fight, babies, kick to the shin, really the list can go on and on. But I think I would take any of the latter over what woke me up the other night.

You have to picture yourself there, my head was nuzzled into the pillow perfectly, the window was cracked just enough creating the perfect temperature and the fan had a light breeze with a bit of white noise. I don’t remember if I was dreaming or not, but I do remember that moment of realization between being asleep and being awake…it was like a dream, a dream that I was being poisoned.

I felt myself choking the taste in my mouth was like a dry nastiness really I felt like I was being poisoned I have no other explanation, well other then what was actually happening. My lovely fiancée who remained fast asleep beside me had gas, yes gas, gas so bad that it woke me up not first by a sound or the smell but by the taste! I could TASTE it; I am gagging thinking about it.

When I finally had the realization that I was actually awake I went into survival mode, I shoved my face into the blanket. No, that didn’t work; I sat up and tried to take a break; No, still didn’t work. I had to leave the room, I found myself in the living room sliding the balcony door open and gasping for air all I could think was this really coming from him, he’s not a big guy.

I finished my night off on the couch, it was the safest bet, the next morning he said to me “what happened to you last night”, in disbelief I said “are you kidding me what happing to you last night…did you S**t yourself!”