Pretzel Feet

You wake up, you do your thoughtful routine, leave for work, go about our days apart and then come back together in the evening. We talk about our days, try to impress one another with one random fact so that our days don’t blend from the last. Today was a day I could take two naps….yes, two. I woke up at 4:30 am because YOU woke up at 4:30 am. I closed my eyes and felt your kisses on my shoulder, I pretended to be asleep. I peeked my eyes open as you left the room and played on my phone for about an hour before I “took a nap” then woke up, went to class and rushed to Fort Bragg for an event I was working at. I had every intention of coming home after the event to work on some homework, but the couch MADE me incredibly mellowed out and my eyes rested for an hour or so. Nap #2 commenced. Okay….so I took a few naps this post is NOT about my naps I’m just updating you on my very eventful day. FYI, I loathe naps. When I wake up from a nap, I’m 1,000 percent cranky as a cat after an unwanted bath….wait, do people bathe cats? If so….that’s how I feel, don’t touch me, don’t ever look at me, I despise you human for all eternity. Well, my wife comes home and is super happy to see me, I have crawled out of my slumber and want to hide back into my throw pillow. She asked how my day was and I moan….like this caveman grunt comes out of face…..which is hint “Me no talk, you don’t speak, leave alone” she doesn’t take the hint and keeps asking questions and finally, I crack and say “babe, I’m sleepy, so I’m cranky” she says “Okay, I know babe” walks over and hugs me. Aww, she’s a gem, even though I want to melt her with my eyes, she goes and melts my little frozen heart. I finish her favorite pasta (yes, half asleep and all I managed to go straight to the stove and cook her a meal) and she sits on the counter waiting for me to open up, I start to of course and then boom, I’m in a good mood. My patient little wife sat and waited for grumpy, bitchy me to become human again. Okay so enough about the specifics about my day, what I wanted to share is that every night my wife will ask for kisses “Give me some sugars” and she hugs me tight and sometimes will slide me to her shoulder for a cuddle. Besides the kisses and hugs, even if we are facing apart…..I always hook my foot onto hers. She has learned my sometimes annoying sleeping habit and will initiate it herself. We hook feet and twist them around one another; Pretzel Feet. Her feet are always warm and my feet always ice-cold, yet she doesn’t pull away, she toasts my little ice cube toes till I fall asleep. My wife and I can be the cheesiest cheese balls in our world but the playfulness, silliness, sweet little banter we have keeps our relationship alive, pure and genuine. Her foot is my comfort when I go to bed, no matter our sleeping style, we find one another’s feet under the covers/or above kind of like a foot hug. I appreciate her for letting me obnoxiously play footsie with her when she’s dead ass tired. It means more to me than she will ever understand, maybe also because I don’t explain to her the significance of the pretzel feet but I just told you all. If it wasn’t clear, her foot is my comfort, it makes me feel safe. Like if I drifted off in my sleep to a place I didn’t feel safe, or felt too far from home, my sub conscience would know a part of me was physically attached to her and I couldn’t go too far. As cold as the world around me can be, this person with so much warmth and love for me, is always there to comfort me. Now I will close my laptop, turn off the lamp, slide my foot under the covers to find hers and fall asleep to the sound of the rain annoyingly pattering in an awkward sound pattern against our window. Night Y’all.