Gala at Midnight

I woke near midnight, finding my way into the bathroom, peed, felt my way out, and heard, 'it's near midnight, do you want to see if there are northern lights?'. I changed course, headed out of the bedroom, down the hall, looked out a window seeing only street lights. I went and opened the deck door, went out into the night air, looked up past the deck roof, turned toward the north, looked into the ski, and then noticed I was alone. I did not see anything that looked like northern lights, but did remark inwardly that there were a lot of stars so there must not be fog about at midnight. I returned to the deck door, closed it, and staggered down the hall, and the disembodied voice asked if I saw anything. 'Stars', I said. I got back in bed, and fell asleep.

The next morning, I was told about the alarm going off about 15 minutes before I got up. My bedmate could not find the alarm or the clock, fussed around while it kept sounding, finally turned on the light and turned off the alarm. I slept on only to arise like a sylph some time later to attend to physical needs and do my parody of a midnight gala in my nightgown, staggering blindly down the hall out onto the deck in the cold wind alone. The 'voice' stayed warm in bed having sent me on my way to go north in pursuit of color in the sky, which some day I will see having gone to Alaska for just that reason!

But therein lies the good parts of a marriage. It must contain humor or it is doomed, and now that I am awake and can appreciate the night moves, I can say I am laughing!