I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe!
I’m pretty sure that it was just a dream. I think that I opened my eyes long enough to glance at the alarm clock and confirm that I was still alive. Then I was asleep again within seconds.
It made me start thinking about the whole sleep apnea thing. I never did get fitted for that Darth Vader mask. I tried the test mask last year, and that was enough fun for me.
“You can see by the graph that you stopped breathing here, and here, and here, and here, and…”
Yeah, I get the point. But I started again, right? That’s all that matters.
At some point through the night, I dreamed that I was under the covers and couldn’t breathe. Then I started to panic. Then I saw the alarm clock. Then I was back asleep. Then everything was all good again. I probably would never have even thought about it again, except that it popped into my mind as I was driving into work.
My ex used to get scared when she thought that I wasn’t breathing. Now she’d probably be the one holding the pillow over my face.