My alarm woke me up this morning, although in a more conventional manner than which I am used. I fell asleep last night, mid-text message, and woke this morning with the mattress vibrating in an altogether unwelcome wake up call. I’d dropped the phone and promptly passed out, a partial goodnight missive to Dan still on the screen. I’m not really sure why I needed to fall asleep right then and there; I was only about 20 seconds away from sending it and putting it on my bedside table. The light was already out.
I’m sure I was trying to go for some record, because Dan and I slept in until 1 on Sunday, and after a lacklustre mooch around Westfield, I’d had enough and napped for another couple of hours. How the hell I accomplished this, I am not sure. Apparently I also nap with my eyes open, which is allegedly an easy way to freak the hell out of your other half.
I sat there, making increasingly more bizare gesticulations and faces. I finally thought i saw a smurk and proceeded to have an “uh huh!” moment, saying something along the lines of, “i thought you were awake”. Your eyes then rolled forward from the rear of your skull like the demonic spawn that i know you are – stop trying to hide it – and you mumbled something, (probably a gypsie curse) and you rolled over.
Im on to you. (looks over shoulder and does the shifty eyes thing.)
“Do not fear me gypsy, I only want your tears.”
i thought it was really weird that we both have five of the same websites on our blogrolls, so i felt the need to message you and say what’s up!
Kiss, kiss you are gorgeous. Happy Valentines day.