Self-Aggrandizement: Susurrus

According to Jess, however, my intelligible words are few and far between. Deep asleep one night this week, for example, I apparently slapped my chest twice, thrust my arm into the air, and shouted, "halfway!" But, even then, a few minutes later, another chest slap and arm thrust was followed by "spreak!", a phrase for which I have no real explanation.

More frequently, it seems, I just mumble.

"Hapatapapatapa...," I'll say.

Recently, Jess has taken to playing along.

"Oh, really, hapatapapata?" she'll ask, to which I invariably respond, "mmmhmmmm."

While I'm not much of a somnolent conversationalist - my entire set of answers limited to shades of "mmmhmmm" - I'm apparently still relatively expressive. I have a contented "mmmhmmm", for example, and another when I'm annoyed to have her bothering me mid-oration.

It's apparently a family trait, as my grandmother used to drive herself to tears of laughter through similar nonsensical exchanges with my mother, when my mother was a girl. And whenever I share a room with my brother David, he keeps me up through the night with buzz-saw snoring punctuated with long, mumbled chains of semi-words.

Which makes me think I'm probably less than a joy myself. Still, as Jess continues her long-held traditions of both stealing all the covers, and kicking me, hard, while asleep, I'm calling it even on calling it a night.

Susurrus Filed Sunday, May 25 2008.

Susurrus
Filed Sunday, May 25 2008.