Saturday morning, I wake up early, as always.
I want desperately to rest, so I quietly stay in bed, playing on my phone. Jeff stirs a bit, so with one hand busy on the phone, I use the other hand to run my fingers over his bald head, neck and back.
Hoping to have the same effect like patting a baby's back:
--shhh, stay asleep, I didn't mean to disturb--
After a few minutes he speaks, "I'm surprised your phone hasn't come to life"
Instant anger floods over me as my brain jumps to
- how dare he comment on me constantly being on my phone when I'm trying to be quiet-
I take a breath, roll my eyes completely to the back of my head and while I wait for my arthritic fingers to move into pinch-a-plug-out-of-his-neck position, I ask through gritted teeth "why.."
With eyes still closed he dreamily replies,
"Because your fingers are like magic"
The Cheeseball words instantly relax my finger joints, saving his life for one more day.