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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hot and Cold (04/09/09)

TITLE: When the Sun Went Down
By Diana Dart
04/15/09


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What is going on? It is just absolutely sweltering in here.

This blanket is too heavy. Howís a person supposed to sleep when she feels like mozzarella in a pan of lasagna - baked, gooey and stuck to everything around it? Yuck.

There, thatís better - a cool breeze across my shoulders. Ouch. What is that mound in the mattress? Iím no princess and that had better not be a pea. Maybe if I flip over on my backÖ

Okay, nothing else hurts and sweat isnít popping up like seedlings in spring. Just lay still, breathe slowly and deeply. Inhale - one, two, three. Exhale - three, two, one.

What time is it now? Only three more hours until that blasted alarm shrieks good morning. I wonder if heíll be able to hear it from the couch. Serves him right if he doesnít Ė it would look good on him to be late for work. Maybe wipe that self-righteous smile off of his face. I canít believe he said that to me Ė and in front of them. Who does he think he is to treat his wife that way? How could he not know that I would be completely humiliated?

Did he turn the furnace on cremate or something? Would he do that? Not if he knew what was good for him. Of course I never thought that he could be so dense. Honestly, to say such a thing - the man must have a death wish.

Is this an electric blanket? My feet are suffocating Ė ugh. Iíve had it with this lousy thing.

Huh, I wonder if he took a pillow. Good - itís not here. Now he wonít be complaining tomorrow about a kink in his neck. Hope the couch is not too uncomfortable.

That breeze is carrying a chill. How far did I toss the blanket? Can I reach it from here?

Why canít I just go to sleep?

Bet heís snoring with abandon Ė not a concern in his head. He canít figure out why Iím so upset Ė Iím furious actually - but he thinks itís no big deal. ďTheyíre our friends,Ē he says. ďIsnít that what friends do?Ē Where does he get off saying that?

I suppose Iím always telling him so, begging for him to pry open his heart and let someone in. Men need friends too Ė it would help him to be more in touch with his emotions. But did he have to do it that way? Couldnít they just growl at each other while watching the game or put their heads together under the hood of a Chevy? He could have found somewhere where I was not or just kept me out it completely. Surely he could have done that.

But when they nodded in understanding, his reaction wasÖ incredible. I havenít seen his eyes light up that way since the boys picked up their first baseball. He looked peaceful Ė even joyous. I think that made me even madder. Couldnít he feel the heat coming off of my cheeks? Couldnít he hear me scream for everyone to quit talking and eat their dessert?

Then they confess to struggling with the exact same thing. Unbelievable, who would have ever thought? And she didnít even blink at the mention of it. Maybe IÖ? No. I absolutely did not overreact. He leaped miles over a line that I had very clearly drawn. Well, it was clear in my mind anyhow. How could he not have figured that out by now?

This bed is so huge and empty. And cold without him. Is that him snoring or just the wind? Itís so faint. Maybe thatís why I canít sleep Ė itís too quiet. And now Iím chilly.

I suppose I may have been a bit too aloof tonight. It could have been a tad dramatic to demand that he sleep elsewhere. Did I even listen to his explanation? Wait, did he apologize? Oh yes, I remember that he said sorry or something after they left. Humph. As if that makes the enormous elephant and all the mess disappear.

Itís so still in here that I can hear my goose bumps rising.

Maybe they wonít blab it to everyone. Maybe itís good for him to share that stuff with a few people. But stillÖ He could haveÖ He should haveÖ

Thatís it, I canít stand it. This is ridiculous and sleep is never coming at this rate. What I need is warm milk and an icebreaker.


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Robyn Burke04/16/09
LOL. But oh! so true! you really did a great job of displaying the mc's thoughts and how her mood vacillates right along with the hot flashes. good writing.
Glenda Lagerstedt04/17/09
"...turn the furnace on cremate? ...hear my goose bumps rising?" I love the humor mixed right in with a life experience most can relate to in one way or another.
Laury Hubrich 04/22/09
I like how you let us in on the women's thought processes. Very good job. Who needs a therapist when we can talk to ourselves;) LOL.
Joshua Janoski04/22/09
Being a guy, I knew I probably wouldn't totally understand what was happening, but I must say that this piece sort of helps clue me in as to how a woman thinks when she is mad at her mate. Hopefully I can take what I am learning and apply it to my relationship to avoid this. :)

I really wonder what he said to make her so upset. Hmmm... Maybe you explained that and it totally went over my head, or maybe you intentionally left it out for effect. Either way, good writing.
Beckie Stewart04/22/09
I could so relate to this story. Well done.
Carole Robishaw 04/23/09
Hmm, so I'm not the only one whose mind works like this? I'm not weird? But then, if everyone knows what I'm thinking why should I have to express it?

Oh, yeah right, we don't ALL think alike.....

Okay, so I can totally relate, with the hot & cold and the discussions and the trying to sleep alone and not being able to figure out why I can't sleep and ....