Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Sleeping With The Enemy

Adrianna wakes me up Monday morning by jumping on the couch where I lay and kissing me. It was not erotic by any stretch of the imagination, but instead more of genuine affection. A sheepdog comes to mind.
In other sleeping news, I was in bed with someone a couple days back and she kept creeping into my space. I was less awake, so I could feel her big toenail stabbing my food or her body outstretched encroaching on my sleeping territory. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.

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