The Curious Case of the Sleep-Talking Bumblebee

A Halloween Tale

I just rage “decompress cleaned” my home after the overstimulation of trick or treating for hours with my 4 year old in a Bumblebee transformer costume. The husband, the dogs, and BumbleBee are now sound asleep from exhaustion. 

My aerobic exercising of dishes, sweeping and panic mopping the entire camper gave me a second wind. I was suddenly starving and found myself hovered over my counter with a pack of lunch meat, cheese and club crackers. 

I made cracker sandwiches with organic turkey and smoked Gouda slices from my favorite grocery store, Aldi. I tore a rectangle of paper towel off the roll for my meat and cheese to plop onto. No need for a plate. The dishes were already clean; the sink empty. I creased the rectangle paper towel in half to make a thicker square. This will have to do. 

I leaned on my counter snacking, and reading Substack notes until my elbows went numb. I was swiping up precariously with my pinky finger as to not get packaged meat juice on my phone. I was mid cracker bite when I heard an indistinguishable mumbling from the couch behind me. My eyes grew large as I froze. It was my son under his favorite quilt on the couch where I tucked him in after he had crashed about an hour ago.

I laid my cracker down and halted my chewing to better distinguish my son’s words. It was quiet for a moment and then… 

“Happy Halloween!”

It rolled out clearly and with a joyous tone. I gently coaxed, “buddy?” He was still sound asleep, not stirring; just sleep talking. 

I returned to chewing the gob of moist cracker, turkey and cheese that was briefly suspended in my mouth. I swallowed as I readjusted his quilt and pet my hand over his forehead down his head. 

Happy Halloween, BumbleBee. 

Before you go, Is it okay if we breathe together?

Breathe in..2…3.

Breathe out gently…2…3.

Becka 🎠