Monday Meditation: I am Woman ~ Hear Me Snore (repost)

My family told me. I didn’t believe them. Couldn’t be. I’m much too dainty. Well, except maybe for the occasional snort with an uncontrollable laugh. But the other morning I woke suddenly to some kind of squeal. I listened, strained to hear. Silence. I dozed off. And then a rumble. Or something. And I knew. Yep. Without doubt. Awakening truth. I. Was. Snoring. Couldn’t be. I mean, I’m the one who struggles to sleep between a snoring husband and a snoring dog. I am a serene sleeper. A movie star sleeper. Hair smooth on the pillow. Arm crooked just so. Hand properly posed. Makeup intact. Slight smile. I stumbled downstairs and peered into the mirror through sleep-swollen, sand-laden eyes. And I wanted to gag. “You are...