Well, of course, he couldn’t be perfect. He was a man: stubborn, moody at times, and he insisted on balancing his checkbook on Friday evenings.
But still. Travis was kind, thoughtful, nice-looking, and for some reason, he almost automatically fell in love with Georgie.
So it only took three weeks, instead of her usual two months, to consider sleeping with him. But Travis gave her a strange warning: “I’ve been told I make funny noises when I sleep.”
Told? Georgie wondered. Told by whom? His parents? His former college roommate? His other bed partners?
So it was this question – who told him he made funny noises – rather than the fact of funny noises that Georgie worried about, until their first night.
She woke up startled, hearing a monster nearby. It blew deep breaths of air – WHOOSH WHOOSHEE – for long minutes. And then the noise stopped abruptly. Not one sound emanated from her bedmate. Should she call 911? She pressed her hand on Travis’ chest. It didn’t move. No air came from beneath his nostrils, where her finger lay.
And then just as suddenly – an intake of air so loud Georgie jumped. The sound was like a plane taking off from water.
So Georgie forgot about who else had heard these sleeping sounds from her new man. Instead, she wondered if she could live with the uncertainly of a deep breathing, hold-his-breath kind of guy.
Until last night. Five months into their relationship, Georgie was still determining whether this man was a keeper. She’d decided years ago she never wanted to be “kept,” but she didn’t want to let this one go even though he arranged his clothes by color. His socks and underwear sat perfectly folded in his dresser drawer. And he didn’t like yogurt or tofu. In fact, he liked corned beef. From a can!
Georgie fell asleep wondering what kind of tree she’d be. She woke up at 3 a.m. listening to the airplane take off from the water. Figuring Travis was sleeping on his back again, she poked him, realizing they were acting like an old married couple. Damn.
But Travis sat up straighter than a rocket, staring straight ahead of him. “Wow!” he exclaimed.
Did the guy sleep-talk too? What was next? Sleepwalking?
Georgie touched his shoulder gently. “Are you awake?” she asked.
Travis turned and smiled. “I just had an amazing dream.”
“I thought you never remembered your dreams.”
Travis smoothed his disheveled hair. “I don’t… usually.”
“I was floating aimlessly, like a cloud on a windy day. I felt …. unanchored. And then suddenly I saw you down below, on the ground, rooted like a tree. You swayed so beautifully that I immediately flew down and rested on your branches.”
He fell back against the pillows and immediately fell asleep.