He shuffled in the bed. A calculated shuffle; just wiggly enough and just noisy enough to wake his sleeping partner.

“Are you awake?” he whispered.
“No,” came the muffled reply, deep beneath the winter-thick duvet.
“The tap is doing it again,” he said quietly.
“The what is doing what? Shut up. Go to sleep.”
“The dripping thing. The tap. The…” he paused, grasping in the night for the foreign word native to this land.
“…faucet!” he exclaimed.

Silence followed.

It was dark. There was no way he could see it, but boy could he feel “the look”.

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24 thoughts on “Awake

  1. Jessie Ansons says:

    Haha this was so funny. My husband and I have these types of discussions in the middle of the night – and we speak the same language! PS I agree… I’ve never been able to take to the word faucet either.

  2. storydivamg says:

    I love the way you mentioned the different words “tap” and “faucet.” My Dad’s parents were from New England, and my mom’s family were all Kansas natives. I grew up calling it a “tap” but knowing full-well what a “faucet” was.

    And the story’s a good one too. Nice work.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

  3. David Stewart says:

    “The look”, I like that. 🙂 I’m curious, what country do they use “faucet” in, versus “tap”? England? Growing up in Canada, we used them interchangeably, so both seem normal to me.

  4. Archon's Den says:

    Even in the dark, I know that’s a humorous, true-to-life story. I should have written mine before reading others’. Now I can’t post the ‘drip…drip…drip’ one I was thinking of.
    I’m also in Canada, and used to purchase supplies for a rigging/millwright shop. The workers needed lots of ‘taps’, which cut thread on the inside of holes so that pipes could be screwed in – 1/4-20, quarter inch hole – twenty threads per inch. A rigger asked me one day for a ‘tap’, and I asked what size – and we went on a 5 minute verbal voyage which finally ended only when a third party loudly used the word “Faucet!” 😕 🙄

  5. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Mr. Binks,Peter, Love your story but the absolutely worse noise of dripping is when it is coming from the roof while it’s raining. I know this is very annoying! Good story! Nan

  6. bykimberlylynne says:

    I believe a wriggler that calculating deserves Sandra Cook’s screwdriver 😉 Enjoyed the tale.

  7. Margaret says:

    Oh, yes. I’ve been there. This sort of thing ought to be written in to pre-nuptial agreements. Do we take turns? Does the one who didn’t turn it off do it? Middle of the night is no time to be sorting it out. Fun story.

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