💔 🛏️💭He Talks in His Sleep… And I Listen | By Roselyn A. St. Claire

Inspired by “Talking in His Sleep” by Toni Braxton

A woman. A name. Not mine.

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So you think you know your lover?
You sleep beside him.
Share his bed,
His breath,
His lies dressed as lullabies.
You think you know.
Until the night betrays you.

Because when he sleeps—he speaks.
Not to you. Not about you.
About her.
A name whispered in the dark,
soft but sharp.
Like a dagger wrapped in silk.

He tells her they’ll be together forever.
Forever?
Is that what he promised you too?

What do you call it when a married man
gives another woman his mouth,
his moans,
his secrets?
Adultery sounds too formal.
This feels more like betrayal with a soundtrack.

You want to forgive.
Maybe you’re overreacting.
Right?
Wrong.
You just wanted to be enough.

But now you lie there,
eyes open while he sleeps,
listening to a story you were never invited into.
He doesn't know you know.
But you do.

And once you’ve heard the truth in the dark,
you can’t unhear it.

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Closing Thought:
Some truths don’t come in confessions.
They come in whispers, in sleep, in the space between moans and names not yours.
I used to think betrayal was loud — a slammed door, a shouted lie, a lipstick stain.
But sometimes, it’s quiet.
Sometimes, it’s a man mumbling another woman’s name while he holds you.
And you’re left awake… with a choice.
Pretend you didn’t hear it.
Or start listening to yourself for once.