Lights On Please

Friday night Luke and I went and saw the new Nicholas Cage movie “Knowing”

I won’t go into a discussion about this movie, but I will say, it was NOT at all what I was expecting from the previews.

In fact, it pretty much scared the crap out of me.

I should clairfy by saying, the movie proably wouldn't be scary to most people, but I get scared very easily.

For my own sanity, and those around me I try to stay as far away as possible from any movie that could possibly resemble a scary movie.

I felt like I spent the whole movie jumping out of my seat, or as Luke says, ‘clawing into his arm like a cat’ Thankfully he was the person sitting next to me, I’m fairly certain I would have clawed whoever was sitting next to me.

So anyways that night we got home from the movie and I was feeling pretty good.....until it was time for bed.

I just kept picturing images from the movie. Which in all reality wasn’t that scary, but my imagination just got away from me and I had worked myself into a tizzy.

So I did what any self respecting 25 year old woman would do. I begged my husband to let us sleep with the closet light on.

I could not handle the thought of waking up in the middle of the night in the pitch dark, I needed some sort of light.

So my VERY sweet husband agreed to sleep with the light on for my comfort.

Then I begged him to try and let me fall asleep before him. You see, when Luke’s head hits the pillow he basically goes into a sleep induced coma. I think it takes .2 seconds from the time he hits the pillow to the time he falls asleep.

Which was definitely the case this night. And there I was lying wide awake with my thoughts. I tried waking him up, but it was no use, he was gone for the night.

So I got my ipod, put my ear buds in, put on some Kari Jobe music and tried to make myself fall asleep.

Then I heard it.

It was a strange deep voice, muttering something,

Have you ever had that feeling where your entire body freezes and you would rather die then face your fear?

This was that moment.

I peered out from my covers, and took out one ear-bud out, only to find my husband was TALKING IN HIS SLEEP.

He has NEVER done this, and he decided to do this the night when I was already scared out of my mind.

I started screaming for him to wake up.

He woke up and wanted to know why I was screaming at him.

Only because there was a crazy man talking in his sleep.

He ofcourse thought it was hilarious and wanted to know what he had said.

I have no idea what he said. I don't really care. I'm just thankful it was him and not some crazed person in our apartment.

He went right back to sleep and I manged to somehow fall asleep. I'm not really sure how.

However, I am proud to say we have slept with the closet light off every night since then.

I plan on sticking to sweet, sappy and comical movies only.