Woken up by Shiva, again

Woken up by Shiva, again

I was woken up late last night by my friend Shiva the destroyer of universes. He was standing at the end of the bed. He said, “Are you awake?” which woke me up.

I said, “What is it now, Shiva?”

Shiva said, “I don’t know. I’m just worried about things.”

I said, “What’s got your scared?”

Shiva said, “Everything. I’m afraid all the time.”

I said, “Well, give me an instance.”

Shiva said, “I’m afraid I’m going to slip and fall on something slippery.”

I said, “Have you ever slipped and fallen before?”

Shiva said, “No. But I think about it a lot.”

I said, “Well, maybe since it’s never happened, that’s one thing you don’t have to be worried about anymore.”

Shiva said, “I guess.”

I said, “That’s good, Shiva. Okay, I’m going back to sleep.”

Shiva said, “Are we still friends?”

I said, “Yes, of course. Why?”

Shiva said, “I don’t know. It just sounds like your irritated at me.”

I said, “I’m tired. That’s all.”

Shiva said, “Are you sure?”

I said, “Yes.”

Shiva said, “Okay. You’re sure?”

I said, “Yes!”

Shiva said, “You sound upset.”

2 Responses to “Woken up by Shiva, again”

  1. Jean Walbridge says:

    Whoa. I was Shiva last night when I came up with a spontaneous comment to my spouse about something I liked that I’d questioned whether she’d “ever done!” Like Shiva in this story, I was anxious and looking for somewhere to put the anxiety—but wasn’t conscious of what I was doing. Great story!

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