In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Young and the Rested.”
A young couple laid side by side in their king sized bed, only half-visible to each other as the light blanket covered the lower halves of their bodies. Their upper-halves illuminated by the cold glow of their devices, upon which they silently tapped in out-of-sync rhythms.
Did you wash my work shirt?
…(seconds of silence pass)…
I asked about the shirt, he said in a half-mumble.
Oh. No. Do you really need it?
Not really. I’ve got others, he concluded.
They both lowered their devices in unison. They were in their mid 30’s, and the room was sparsely decorated, the only thing on the wall was a color sample card from a paint store, with 6 progressively darker shades of the same color. It was only 8 months earlier that they moved into the house, a bank owned foreclosure in need of work.
I should really wash the bedding, she sighed.
Did I ever tell you my great, great grandfather invented the pillow case?
Shut up, she giggled.
No, really. Dirk Pillowson was his name.
She playfully hit him on the shoulder. So what did people put on their pillows before then, she asked, playing along.
Nothing, it was just straight pillow to head contact back in the day. Too bad he never copyrighted it, we’d be billionaires.
Picking up her device, she asked, should we put on the white-noise app?
They began sampling the different noises included in the app, which they preferred as the solution to deal with the traffic noise, his snoring, and any other bumps in the night which might rouse their slumber. They listened to the crickets setting (too quiet), monks chanting (spooky as hell), and foghorn (too sporadic) before settling on boring white noise.
I feel like changing my alarm for the morning, he said and began trying out different alarm sounds. They ranged from ridiculous ditties to annoying digital blurps and bleeps to a harsh old-school bell.
There’s really no good solution, she concluded. No alarm sounds good enough to offset the disappointment that you feel for having to get out of bed and go to work.
Agreed, he stated.
They both went back to their device usage, tap tap tapping away. Eventually he shut his off and rolled over and closed his eyes. She was up for another 20 minutes before putting hers away. They both lay awake for nearly an hour, dreading the bleary-eyed stupor they would endure during another work day. Finally they drifted to sleep, without so much as a kiss goodnight.
The Young and the Rested