I have been spoiled for the past four evenings. I was able to spend each night with my boyfriend, K. Remember K? His schedule has been so crazy that I've hardly been able to see him and thus blog about him (except for the occasional mention of P.S.Q.N.). I always sleep better when he is next to me and I hate the nights when we sleep in our own apartments.
I'm not sure if it was the killer batch of jambalaya that I made for dinner last night or the killer batch of cosmos that K. made to accompany dinner, but we both went to bed with awfully sour (yet extremely contented) tummies. I had a rare night of tossing and turning, accompanied by some fucked up dreams. No, nothing like my infamous snake dream , but weird nonetheless.
I woke up with a start around 6 a.m., only to find that K. wasn't next to me. I looked around the apartment, where he was curled face-down in a fetal position on the couch. My first thought was, "YES! I can stretch out" and proceeded to spread-eagle myself on the bed. It took longer than I like to admit for my conscience to kick in, and I eventually rolled over, gently called out to K. and summoned him back to bed.
When the alarm rudely yelled at us at 8:30, K. informed me that in addition to my endless tossing and turning, I was a huge bed hog and he practically needed a safety harness to stay put in bed (get your minds out of the gutter...you know who you all are). I told him it's no wonder that I was tossing and turning as his body was radiating enough heat to power a nuclear submarine.
Something tells me we'll both be happy to sleep in our own beds tonight.
Posted by mak at November 4, 2003 10:54 PM