A Bedtime Comedy

Although I was running, my heart was racing, and I couldn’t stop looking over my shoulder in case someone was following me. It got so stressful that I started sweating on my face.

The beating of my heart made my chest feel like it would burst. Turning around to see who was following me was too scary. There was gunfire in the area, which made it sound like this guy was armed. I was scared and ran as fast as possible to escape danger.

While running so fast, my energy level was drained, and eventually, I fell off my bed. I bruised my arms and legs on the floor from falling. I returned to my senses and realized I had dropped like a child. Oh no (is anyone looking at me? No, all are sleeping). It was strange because I was 28 and had never jumped and fallen out of bed since I was a kid (or at least that’s what my mom told me).

Upon awakening, I felt extremely uneasy and ashamed. It was now officially winter, and the floor was frozen. I should have remained calm, but I scolded my husband and son for taking up all the bed space. Like I often do when I’m angry.

Instead of staying quiet, I got angry at my husband and son, who slept comfortably on the bed. I blamed them for not leaving enough space for me, and I cried.

The next night, they made a big room for me to avoid falling again (or maybe from getting blamed). But guess what? I fell once more. I accused them again, saying they made me used to sleep like that. After some days, my hubby took a picture of mine when I was asleep (alone taking a nap) in an extreme corner (to prove it).

Has anyone else fallen out of bed in a dream or real life? Is it embarrassing and confusing at the time but funny later on? What do you think? I’d love to hear your thoughts and if you’ve ever had a similar experience.

Published on medium by the author on 17th November 2023.