{"id":1269,"date":"2024-11-27T06:21:23","date_gmt":"2024-11-27T06:21:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=1269"},"modified":"2024-11-27T06:21:25","modified_gmt":"2024-11-27T06:21:25","slug":"i-woke-up-to-my-husband-mumbling-in-his-sleep-when-he-finished-his-speech-i-immediately-ran-to-our-garage","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/1269","title":{"rendered":"I Woke up to My Husband Mumbling in His Sleep \u2013 When He Finished His \u2018Speech,\u2019 I Immediately Ran to Our Garage"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It started with a whisper. I was half-asleep when I heard murmured words tumbling from Robert\u2019s lips.\n

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A sleepless woman in her bed\n\n\n

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\u201cYes, officer,\u201d he said, his voice barely above a mumble. \u201cIt\u2019s completely my fault. She\u2019s in my garage right now. You can go down and find her there.\u201d\n\n

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My eyes shot open.\n\n

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At first, I thought I\u2019d misheard him. But then, he rolled over, still muttering something unintelligible. My heart began to race. Who was in the garage? What was he talking about?\n\n

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A serious sleepless woman in her bedroom\n\n\n

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Robert wasn\u2019t the type to keep secrets. He was kind, dependable, and, well, predictable. We\u2019d been married five years.\n\n

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He used to work as a veterinarian, but last year, he opened a 24-hour caf\u00e9 in the next town. It had been his dream, though it kept him out late most nights.\n\n

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A man working in his cafe\n\n\n

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Earlier that evening, he texted me to say he\u2019d be home late and told me to go to bed without him. That was odd. He rarely worked past midnight. But I didn\u2019t think much of it at the time. Now, as I lay in the dark, his words hung in the air.\n\n

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I sat up in bed and glanced at him. He looked peaceful, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Maybe I should just wake him and ask what he meant. But the way his words sounded so serious, almost guilty, stopped me.\n\n

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A man sleeping\n\n\n

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I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and tiptoed toward the door.\n\n

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The hallway was quiet. Shadows stretched across the floor, and the only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. My mind raced with possibilities. Could someone really be in the garage?\n\n

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A woman walking in her hallway\n\n\n

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I reached the top of the stairs and paused. My hand rested on the railing, and for a moment, I considered going back to bed. Maybe it was just a dream. But what if it wasn\u2019t?\n\n

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As I descended the stairs, the cold air from the garage seeped under the door, making me shiver. The closer I got, the more I felt a tightness in my chest.\n\n

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A door in the hallway\n\n\n

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The door to the garage creaked as I opened it.\n\n

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Inside, it was darker than I expected. The single bulb above the workbench barely lit the room, casting long shadows over the concrete floor.\n\n

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Robert\u2019s car sat in the middle of the space, its hood dented. My breath caught.\n\n

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A dented car\n\n\n

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That wasn\u2019t there yesterday.\n\n

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The air smelled faintly of oil and something musky and wild.\n\n

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Then I heard it.\n\n

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A low, rasping sound, like heavy breathing, coming from the far corner of the garage. My body froze, and for a moment, I couldn\u2019t move. The sound was rhythmic, almost like an animal panting.\n\n

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A nervous woman in a garage\n\n\n

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\u201cHello?\u201d I whispered, my voice trembling.\n\n

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No response.\n\n

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I forced myself to take a step forward. Then another. My feet felt like lead as I moved closer to the corner.\n\n

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A nervous woman\n\n\n

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As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw a small, shadowy figure curled up on a pile of blankets. It didn\u2019t move at first, but as I got closer, I could make out its shape.\n\n

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It was a fox.\n\n

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Its reddish fur was matted, and its body seemed frail. It lifted its head slightly, its dark eyes meeting mine. The shallow and labored breathing I\u2019d heard was coming from the fox.\n\n

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A fox sleeping in a garage\n\n\n

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Relief washed over me. It wasn\u2019t a person. But then, a new wave of worry set in. Why was there an injured fox in my garage?\n\n

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I crouched down, careful not to get too close. The fox\u2019s ears twitched, and it let out a soft whimper.\n\n

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\u201cYou poor thing,\u201d I murmured.\n\n

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A fox looking up\n\n\n

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It looked so weak and could barely hold itself up.\n\n

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I stood and backed away slowly, my mind spinning with questions. That\u2019s when I decided to head to the kitchen. Maybe some water would help. Maybe\u2026\n\n

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I turned toward the door, leaving the fox in the corner, and quietly made my way back inside the house.\n\n

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A woman in a garage\n\n\n

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I poured water into a shallow bowl and headed back toward the garage, my mind still reeling. As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I nearly dropped the bowl.\n\n

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Robert stood there, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking up in every direction. \u201cWhat are you doing up?\u201d he asked, his voice groggy.\n\n

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I froze for a second, unsure how to start. \u201cUh\u2026 there\u2019s a fox. In the garage.\u201d\n\n

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A sleepy man in the kitchen\n\n\n

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His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a kid caught sneaking cookies. \u201cYou saw her?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cHer?\u201d I raised an eyebrow. \u201cRobert, what is going on?\u201d\n\n

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He sighed and leaned against the counter, running a hand through his hair. \u201cOkay, okay. Don\u2019t freak out. I was driving home, and this fox darted out onto the road. I didn\u2019t see her in time. I hit her.\u201d\n\n

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A sad man in the kitchen\n\n\n

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\u201cYou hit her?\u201d My voice rose. \u201cWith the car?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYes,\u201d he said quickly, holding up his hands. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t too bad \u2014 just a bump. She was still alive, so I took her to the clinic where I used to work. They checked her out and said she\u2019d be fine, but she needed to be watched for a few days.\u201d\n\n

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A man holding a fox\n\n\n

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\u201cRobert\u2026\u201d I started, but he cut me off.\n\n

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\u201cI know, I know. You hate the idea of animals in the house. But she wouldn\u2019t stop crying when I tried to leave her there. I couldn\u2019t just leave her. You know how much I love animals.\u201d\n\n

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I softened a little at his tone. He sounded so earnest, so guilty.\n\n

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A smiling woman talking to her husband\n\n\n

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\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d I asked, setting the bowl of water on the counter.\n\n

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\u201cI didn\u2019t want to wake you. And then I figured it might be better to, uh, explain later.\u201d\n\n

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I crossed my arms. \u201cSo you brought her home and decided to stash her in the garage?\u201d\n\n

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He grinned sheepishly. \u201cI panicked.\u201d\n\n

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A man with a small smile talking to his wife\n\n\n

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Despite myself, I laughed. \u201cYou panicked?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYeah. And I guess that explains the weird dream about the cop,\u201d he said, scratching the back of his neck. \u201cI must\u2019ve been stressed about the car damage. In my dream, they were accusing me of hitting a person!\u201d\n\n

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The police questioning a man\n\n\n

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I couldn\u2019t help but laugh again, shaking my head. \u201cYou\u2019re impossible, Robert.\u201d\n\n

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He stepped closer, his expression softening. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. Really. I just couldn\u2019t leave her. I thought I\u2019d take care of her for a few days and then release her. If you want, I can take her somewhere else tomorrow.\u201d\n\n

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A happy couple talking\n\n\n

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I looked at him, at the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of his guilt. \u201cLet\u2019s just make sure she\u2019s okay for now. But you owe me big time.\u201d\n\n

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His face lit up. \u201cDeal.\u201d\n\n

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A smiling man talking to his wife\n\n\n

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The next few days were a whirlwind of learning how to care for a wild animal. We took turns feeding the fox small amounts of food and making sure she had plenty of water. Robert even dug out an old space heater to keep the garage warm for her.\n\n

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At first, I kept my distance, letting Robert handle most of the care. But one evening, as I was checking on her, the fox lifted her head and let out a soft, almost thankful sound. It melted something in me.\n\n

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A woman sitting next to a fox\n\n\n

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\u201cShe likes you,\u201d Robert said, leaning in the doorway.\n\n

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\u201cMaybe,\u201d I said, smiling.\n\n

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By the end of the week, the fox was stronger. She could stand and even walk a few steps. Robert and I would sit in the garage, watching as she cautiously explored her little corner.\n\n

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A fox walking\n\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re really good with her,\u201d I told him one night.\n\n

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He shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s nothing. I just\u2026 I\u2019ve always felt a connection to animals, you know? They don\u2019t expect much \u2014 just kindness.\u201d\n\n

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I nodded, realizing for the first time how much his love for animals said about his character.\n\n

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A woman talking to her husband\n\n\n

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Two weeks later, it was time to let her go.\n\n

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We drove to a nearby forest where Robert had hit her, the fox nestled in a crate in the backseat. She seemed calm. It was as if she knew what was happening.\n\n

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When we opened the crate, she hesitated for a moment before stepping out. She sniffed the air, then turned to look at us.\n\n

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A fox coming out of the crate\n\n\n

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\u201cGo on,\u201d Robert said softly.\n\n

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The fox took a few steps, then stopped. She turned back and, to my surprise, nuzzled her head against Robert\u2019s leg before darting into the trees.\n\n

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I blinked back tears. \u201cShe\u2019s going to be okay, isn\u2019t she?\u201d\n\n

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Robert nodded. \u201cYeah. She\u2019ll be okay.\u201d\n\n

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A happy couple in the woods\n\n\n

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From that day on, we made it a habit to visit the forest. Each time, the fox would appear, bounding through the underbrush to greet us. She\u2019d rub against our legs, her way of saying thank you.\n\n

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Looking back, I never would\u2019ve imagined that a sleepless night and a strange mumbling dream would lead to a bond with a wild fox and a deeper connection to the man I married.\n\n

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A fox nuzzling against a man\u2019s feet\n\n\n

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