the slumber

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.


jayayceeblog said...

Sounds about right ... men!!! But yay for alone time - what did you do with it?

Misguided Mommy said...

I would have thrown water on him

PinkPiddyPaws said...

ha..ha..ha... At that point, I sic Generic Yellow Dog #2 on Mr. AP's ass. He wakes up fast when 60 pounds of drooling fur lands on his testicles! (the dog has radar for them or something) *snort*