I was sleeping this morning. Really sleeping. You know, when I could wake up. I know what is going on around me, but I can't seem to wake my brain. Instead, I go back to into my wonderful slumber.
I can feel Saint moving beside me.
I think, I hope he can get up and entertain himself. I do not want to wake yet.
I fall back into sleep.
Awhile later, I feel his hand on my leg and then he holds my hand.
How sweet, I think. But fall back to sleep.
Next I know, I hear him sigh. Deeply.
Shit, I know what that means. I force myself to wake up.
I stretch. I foll around. I rub my eyes. I drink some of my water. I get up and use the restroom. I brush my teeth.
I come out and -
Saint is passed out in bed.
For a half a second, I want to kill him. Ass.
I wake up and he falls asleep.
Then I realize my fortune. Free time. Alone time.
But he's still an ass.