She lay in bed without moving a muscle, while Chad busied himself around the room. First, he made sure the faucet was tightly closed, then he pulled the curtains so not even a sliver of light could sneak in. After that, he headed downstairs to get her a glass of water.
Despite Chad's efforts, Molly was still wide awake and full of energy. Feeling a bit exasperated, Chad decided to try a new tactic to help the lady of the house wind down. Soon, the soft hum of chanting filled the bedroom.
Molly was at a loss for words. She knew Chad was trying to lull her to sleep earlier than usual, but she hadn't expected him to break out the chanting.
"Chad, do you think if I listen to this religious stuff now, our future kid might end up becoming a monk? They say prenatal education is really key."
Quick on his feet, Chad switched the tunes to nursery rhymes!
But wouldn't you know it, instead of drifting off, the person snuggled in his arms started humming along. “Let’s row our little boat, pushing through the waves…” “Little bugs fly, little bugs fly, who are you missing…” “The evening breeze gently brushes Penghu Bay, waves chasing the shore, wait, hey, where’d the music go?”
Caught up in her singing, Jade suddenly noticed the music had stopped. Curious, she asked, “Chad, could you check if your phone’s out of juice?”
Chad lay back, took a deep breath, and then played a philosophical classic on his phone, “'Existence' is the most universal change. Whatever one grasps about being in existence, this grasp already includes some understanding of existence. But the universality of 'existence' isn’t the universality of a category. If existence…”
The person in his arms quieted down. Molly blinked a few times, and after listening intently for a few seconds, she looked up and said, “Chad, why can I hear each word clearly, but when they’re all together, it sounds like gobbledegook?”
A sly smile appeared on Chad’s face. “Just listen a bit longer, and you’ll get it.”
So she did, and ten minutes later, Jade was lulled to sleep by the philosophical musings.
Chad looked down at the peaceful face in his arms, finally letting out a sigh of relief. A quick glance at the clock told him it was already ten.
She’d kept him on his toes for a whole hour.
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