It was almost six o'clock in the morning and all was still ... until I hear my beloved crying out my name: faintly and from some distance.
She sprained her foot this past weekend when she stepped off of deck sooner than had anticipated. It's quite bruised, and she's not very mobile to put it mildly, and when I heard her call, I thought she desperately needed my help. So, I yelled, "Hello!!" You see, I was shouting to let her know that I had heard her and would soon be there to assist her in her moment of need. Her need must have been on my mind, for I have been called to assist my fallen lady twice this summer: once after a fall from her bicycle and then again this past weekend.
Except I had shouted rather loudly right into a sleeping woman's ear. To say the very least, she awoke quite startled, and her exclamations of panicked protest cause me to follow suit. Of course, I had either been dreaming or heard something else through the open window that I had misinterpreted. I don't know which.
We enjoyed a good giggle over that, and the cat enjoyed receiving his morning tuna somewhat earlier than usual. And then we went back to sleep.