Diabetes in the Morning
I am in the middle of a fantastic dream. I’m a few years younger (!!!) and so is my husband (!!!) and we aren’t married or with children yet (!!!) We are at his parent’s house after a date night, just relaxing and talking. Only his parents are different people entirely (!!!) and the only other difference is their house has an enormous library (!!!) Alex and I are singing along to an Elton John tune (geez, I can’t even dream the dorkiness out of us) when suddenly, from some very tiny corner of my consciousness, a little voice screams “wake up, you’re low! LOW!”
My dream must have been one of those lucid ones because in the dream I suddenly tell Alex I need to go home. Then my dream vanishes and I find myself shaky and in bed. Aw man, I didn’t get to check out any of those books… I start nudging Alex next to me, “Hey, I’m low…Alex…Alex…I’m low!” He doesn’t wake up. I now tap forcefully when I hear a grumble that definitely doesn’t belong to Alex. I open my eyes. Alex has gone to work and my daughter is in bed with me. Her eyes are closed but she wags an authoritative pointer finger in the air and says (in third person, no less) “No, no Henri! Aurora sleeping…” and then she drifts off completely again. “I’m so sorry sweetie pie!” I whisper, and bring myself to get out of bed and search for my glucose tablets, which apparently, I’ve hidden from my kids as well as myself.
I finally find them and drop back into bed. I wake up 10 minutes later to a little boy chewing on some glucose tablets on the edge of my bed. “No, no Henri!” says Aurora, wagging her finger at her brother.