Sometimes, I can't sleep. Not because of my nightmares caused by my stint as a Power Ranger. No, I have the best security blanket for that, my beautiful wife. She's always there for me when I need her, when I'm insecure or burdened. She's my lifeline. No, nightmares, insecurities, and burdens are not my problem. In fact, I don't really know what the problem is on nights when I cannot find the serene peace of slumber. I just can't sleep and tonight is one of those nights.
The nights are usually deathly quiet where I live. No, sound in my house or the woods outside. No animals scurrying around my yard or wind blowing the trees surrounding my home. This quiet is a dead silence. The eerie kind of quiet that send chills up your spine. Like some monster will jump out from the darkness and attack you.
I can't help but laugh at my thoughts. In my lifetime, for a good portion of my life, I fought monster on a daily basis. My friends and I always triumphed over our enemies and when we retired a new team took our place and then when they retired another team to their place and so on. It seemed there would always be someone there to stand up for the good of all. Monsters weren't my greatest fear. I had no reason to fear them, not since I was fifteen.
I turn to stare at my beautiful wife. She's sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of my minor dilemma. Hell, if she were awake she would laugh at me and say I was being silly. She would tell me I have nothing to worry about and tell me to go to sleep. She always said stuff like that when I couldn't sleep. She was perfect. She's always making me feel comfortable when I need it most. She's always been able to read me better than anyone.
I smile. Just staring at her now is comforting to me, but I still cannot sleep. I frown and roll over to my back to stair up to the spinning ceiling fan. Why? Because, on silent nights like this, I like to think of my life. I like to reflect on how I became the man I am today and how my wife became one of my most treasured jewels.