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Friday, April 18, 2008

{What We Do in Bed}

Eternal Grinding of the Stressed-Out Teeth:
A Screenplay in One Act
by
Camille--Archives of Our Lives

ACT I

Scene 1:

A newly married couple at a hotel on their wedding night, already in bed and on the brink of a deep sleep. Cozied up together, the man and his wife are smiling dreamily, as if nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. The man closes his eyes and his wife continues to watch him, seeming to contemplate her good fortune. Suddenly, a loud clicking sound startles the woman out of her reverie. After searching all throughout the suite, she finally discovers the clicking is actually her new husband biting his teeth--clicking and clacking and chomping.

Woman (to herself): How odd...is he dreaming he's eating corn chips? What is this?

The man stops the clacking, and for a moment, all is quiet. Sighing with relief, the woman busies herself climbing back into bed, fluffing her pillow, straightening the sheets, and finally laying down.

As soon as she's quieted down, a new noise begins. This time, the noise is a terrible clinching and grinding noise--the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard is like a choir of angels in comparison to this grinding. Looking suspiciously at her new spouse, she confirms he is the culprit; teeth clenched, jaw circling back and forth, he looks akin to a bulldog ready to eat someone.


Woman (to herself): Oh, my. What-- That is a terrible noise! Oh, it grates on my nerves--it hurts my ears! (To him, sweetly) Honey...babe? Can you turn over or something? (Grinding continues) Could you...could you maybe stop grinding your teeth? I know you're just having a bad dream...but everything's okay. (Grinding continues) It's really bad for your teeth...and I want you to have good teeth--y'know...what's left of them. So...could you maybe just...quit doing that? (Grinding stops, but husband remains fast asleep) Oh, thank you so much! Are you awake? Babe? No? Okay...well, I love you... I'll see you tomorrow, I guess. Right. Tomorrow. And the next day, and forever. (More to herself now) Because we're...married.


Scene Two:

Same couple, five months later. Again already in bed, the husband turned on his side with his back to his wife. The woman, sitting up in bed next to her husband, is typing away furiously on her white MacBook laptop. She has the screen brightness turned down so as not to disturb her husband (though the man sleeps like a rock through anything). Suddenly, a clacking and clicking echoes through the room, far noisier than the tip-tap of the woman's typing.
Woman (to herself): Oh...my...gosh. Here we go again. (The clacking stops, and the woman begins counting down) And five...four...three...two...one...

(The man begins grinding his teeth exactly how he did on their wedding night. The screeching and grating is almost unbearable, but the woman doesn't even flinch.)

Woman (reaching over with her left hand, still typing with her right): Oh, for the love. Would you cut it out, you big bear? (Giving his shoulder a gentle but solid pull with her left arm, she turns him over so he is facing her. He is still fast asleep, and the grinding continues) I don't think you have any idea how horrific that sound is...every night we go through the same routine. (Meanwhile, she has placed her hand in a firm grip on either side of his jaw. The grinding stops)

Husband (mumbles wearily, obviously still asleep): Get off me, woman.

Woman (smiling slightly): That's not very nice, dear. You know we agreed you would never refer to me as "woman." (Giving his shoulder a gentle but solid shove, she turns him back to how he started, facing the wall) I love you... Go back to sleep; I'll see you tomorrow... And the next day... And forever...


Notes from the author: Our new summer sheets [yeah, in Canada they have winter sheets and summer sheets]? White, 500 thread-count, Egyptian cotton? A revelation. Also, I know our bed is missing a headboard. I'm working on it, but trying to do so cheaply.

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10 Comments:

Blogger Loralee Choate said...

This post reminds me that it's time to change my flannel sheets off of all the beds!

And?

He may have to get a night sleep guard. Teeth grinding causes TMJ which is a bitch to deal with if it gets bad. (It will also be much quieter for you!)

April 18, 2008 at 12:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Funny stuff!!!!!!!

April 18, 2008 at 12:51 PM  
Blogger Zach and Whitney said...

Okay I think I peed my pants. That is so funny and irritating! I would die if Zach did that.

April 18, 2008 at 2:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

note to author:

hmm. interesting.reminds me of; brother david grit his teeth while asleep.(he and brother randy and i grew up in the same bedroom, till sister debbi left the house and randy got her room.)
i used to grind my teeth also, awake, didn't know i was doing so.(since the "antidepressant" i just tap the front ones from one to another, to another. same chewing motion, less teethy.)
and dad, douglas, relaxed in evening, on bed, watching prized 12 inch COLOUR sony, biting his toenails.

crazy times. eh.

April 18, 2008 at 3:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Millie,

How very nerve-wracking and frustrating. I think I would probably punch him. Then again, I thought I could never deal with snoring, and that is a nightly ritual. PK, PK.

April 18, 2008 at 3:49 PM  
Blogger Jami said...

camille...spencer snores SOOOOO BAD!!!! I hate it with a passion...there have been plenty of times that I have kicked him to the couch becasue he wouldn't stop snoring. Also, my little sister would always grind her teeth...I would always go over and plug her nose so she would wake up in the most unpleasent manor...and then stop! Maybe try that with PK...or grab something elts....just make it something unpleasent, as to remind that person that they are annoying you, and to give them negavtive reinforcment.

April 18, 2008 at 5:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"maybe he's dreaming about eating cornchips"- camille, you are absolutely hillarious, you've got a gift

April 19, 2008 at 12:16 AM  
Blogger Jonathan and Sarah said...

LOL that is me and Jonathan but in reverse. I grind my teeth. Some things can't be helped when you're sleeping. P.s. you've been tagged

April 20, 2008 at 2:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

no new blog eh?

April 20, 2008 at 9:10 PM  
Blogger Leavitt Family said...

Camille, that is hilarious! Because I had no idea that I would grind my teeth at night until I got married and Buck told me. I talked to my dentist and he gave me a night guard. Get one for Kyle. It will save his teeth and it keeps the noise level down considerably.

April 25, 2008 at 9:37 PM  

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