Lucky Charms

Lack of sleep, an odd bed, anticipation, and hunger all conspired against me. Sleep would not come tonight.

I rose from the bed, pulled on the flannel pants, rolled the bottoms up as not to trip on the stairs, and wandered down to the kitchen. The house took on a whole new character with only the moonlight creeping through the windows to illuminate the space.

The kitchen was spotless, not even a water spot in the stainless steel sink. Each of the canisters that sat out on the counter was perfectly spaced from each other. Even the contents of the fridge were perfectly aligned with each other. The apples were sorted by type.

I started opening cabinets in search of some snack food. Chips, cookies, or candy would have worked wonders to calm my nerves. I had just tucked into some tortilla chips when the door swung open, startling me. Jon entered wearing only flannel pants identical to the one I had on. He didn’t look remotely sleepy and his pants were not wrinkled.

“Hello,” I said through a mouthful of chips.

“What are you doing up?”

“Hungry.”

“Me, too,” he said pouring a bowl of Lucky Charms. He sat on the counter next to me eating only the marshmallow pieces.