I am finding it difficult to continue working with all these little annoyances around me keeping me distracted and I can’t focus. I have the room-dividing curtain closed while I try and get things accomplished, and my wife “sleeps”. I have the window fan that I use to keep cool on these warmer summer nights, but its own rattle and humming against the sill is very grating. I also have a cushy set of headphones I can use here to keep me upbeat while whittling my fingers away on this keyboard – but the combination of them just isn’t working for me.
Every time, and I do mean EVERY time, I have the fan running and the headphones singing to me, that’s when I hear her getting up and down out of the bed and pacing the room. About twelve or so steps toward my curtain and then back again. I hear her footfalls through my office chair, the vibrations and depressions… my divider sways from the battle of the window-whirring propellers and the ceiling fan that she insists on turning on, despite my trying to convince her it is evil. Which by the way is difficult to do without sounding mentally ill, and I am not sure I was successful at either.
I can either sit and wait for her to spring open the drape, or peek out and catch her mid-step, which I have also been unsuccessful in ever accomplishing. When I remove my phones and reach for the cloth I can feel the person on the other side run back away, and there is never anyone there. I know there is though. Though the music plays in my right ear, I let the left one hang out and let me know if anyone is coming, or talking. I can hear them whispering, the ceiling fan and whomever keeps pacing in the room. Its not a language I can understand unless they are just speaking too softly.
My wife can’t hear it or just ignores it. She sounds as if she’s sleeping but I am no expert at deciphering the fake snores from real ones. She’s breathing deeply and seems relaxed. I don’t remember hearing her snoring when the pacing begins though – I am wagering that she is in on it, even if she is unwilling. If I find out, there’ll be hell to pay.
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