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So... took all my library books back yesterday.
And by books I mean the 2ft stack of manga, plus Sailor Moon Super S and Kikujiro...
^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Becca has stolen all the drama that should rightfully be crammed into my life.
(You could have at least asked! You know I'd have given it to you if you wanted it, but I mean, come on...just because you know I would doesn't mean you can go and steal it while I'm out of town!)
Jeremy drove all the way down from Chicago to abduct me from hole-in-the-corn West Lafayette because my car's radiator hose, which we thought we'd gotten fixed, wasn't quite all fixed after the testdrive... T_T
4 hours driving all himself to get me home, then going to work, and doing homework....... he does so much work all at once for me =^_^=
I still don't understand why such a simple thing and sleeping next to someone can have such a ridiculously positive impact on your psyche.
I'll be honest, it's not like I enjoy it when my chubchub is snoring... ^.~
(although that's not entirely true... sometimes, especially when he's napping, I'm entirely too happy to hear him snoring for the sheer fact that he's around and I get to spend time with him)
(even if he's unconcious and drooling on the pillow ^.^)
Or that it isn't frustrating, that even though we now have a mattress that's like double the size of the old one, that we still can't seem to arrange our arms so that both of us are comfortable and not being poked with elbows or laying on top of wrists in less than 3 tries. ^^
But still, it's the best feeling in the world
when the sunlight is leaking in to the room
and the walls are beginning to glow warmly
when you're in that fuzzy place, (where you could be floating in a soap bubble for all you know), between sleeping and awake
with your hair taussled and parting all the wrong ways
and to feel him slip his soft arm around you,
to sidle up behind you and nuzzle his face someplace between your shoulders and your neck...
something about groggily opening your eyes and ascertaining that that third arm with the third hand that doesn't move when you try to move it does not in fact belong to you, about when you take the biggest breath you've drawn in 6 or 7 hours and try to get enough oxygen to your brain to sustain conscious thought, but you haven't quite reached that level yet...
when he says that he's so happy to wake up next to you, to have a sleep partner like you...
that just makes you feel warm, and fuzzy, glowy like the walls
and you just have to smile
and even the dapply light winking through the trees outside is just that much more wonderful....
....and makes you want to smash the alarm clock into just that many more tiny pieces ^-^X
And by books I mean the 2ft stack of manga, plus Sailor Moon Super S and Kikujiro...
^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Becca has stolen all the drama that should rightfully be crammed into my life.
(You could have at least asked! You know I'd have given it to you if you wanted it, but I mean, come on...just because you know I would doesn't mean you can go and steal it while I'm out of town!)
Jeremy drove all the way down from Chicago to abduct me from hole-in-the-corn West Lafayette because my car's radiator hose, which we thought we'd gotten fixed, wasn't quite all fixed after the testdrive... T_T
4 hours driving all himself to get me home, then going to work, and doing homework....... he does so much work all at once for me =^_^=
I still don't understand why such a simple thing and sleeping next to someone can have such a ridiculously positive impact on your psyche.
I'll be honest, it's not like I enjoy it when my chubchub is snoring... ^.~
(although that's not entirely true... sometimes, especially when he's napping, I'm entirely too happy to hear him snoring for the sheer fact that he's around and I get to spend time with him)
(even if he's unconcious and drooling on the pillow ^.^)
Or that it isn't frustrating, that even though we now have a mattress that's like double the size of the old one, that we still can't seem to arrange our arms so that both of us are comfortable and not being poked with elbows or laying on top of wrists in less than 3 tries. ^^
But still, it's the best feeling in the world
when the sunlight is leaking in to the room
and the walls are beginning to glow warmly
when you're in that fuzzy place, (where you could be floating in a soap bubble for all you know), between sleeping and awake
with your hair taussled and parting all the wrong ways
and to feel him slip his soft arm around you,
to sidle up behind you and nuzzle his face someplace between your shoulders and your neck...
something about groggily opening your eyes and ascertaining that that third arm with the third hand that doesn't move when you try to move it does not in fact belong to you, about when you take the biggest breath you've drawn in 6 or 7 hours and try to get enough oxygen to your brain to sustain conscious thought, but you haven't quite reached that level yet...
when he says that he's so happy to wake up next to you, to have a sleep partner like you...
that just makes you feel warm, and fuzzy, glowy like the walls
and you just have to smile
and even the dapply light winking through the trees outside is just that much more wonderful....
....and makes you want to smash the alarm clock into just that many more tiny pieces ^-^X
