The house was quiet, my daughter was asleep, and my husband had taken our 3 boys on a camping trip. Yes, he is a brave man to take the boy's camping by himself! I was immersing myself in gratitude as I snuggled in bed with a good book. A few chapters in, and I was in blissful sleep.
A hand suddenly grabbed my arm! I opened my eyes to find the silhouette of a man standing over me! Episodes of Dateline and 48 hours flashed through my mind of women waking to rapists and murderers. I pulled up my legs while pulling my arm out of the stranger's grasp! This woman was preparing for a fight because I was not going to be an episode of Dateline. I heard a sound between a grunt and a whine come from deep within my chest. I always assumed I would be a screamer but in a moment of terror I am not a screamer. I am a grunter!
"It's me, it's me!" I heard my husband chant. I fell back against the pillow instantly exhausted by the short few seconds that I had just experienced. It was 2:00 in the morning and my husband had packed up my boys and come home early to get out of an unexpected storm. Seriously! A phone call or a lot of noise alerting me to his presence would have been appreciated! Advice to all men: don't ever grab your sleeping wife when you are not expected to come home!
This night of fright happened 3 months ago. I haven't thought much about it until last night when again I found my bed empty because John was again camping. I could not sleep! For fear that John would scare me again or that this time it wouldn't be John, but the Dateline rapist. This evening I am exhausted and I will gladly snuggle next to John as I fall asleep!