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impyrandom memory before I pass out... or eat, then pass out. wait, eat, set up my tape, then pass out.. with appologies to chinachina, but the sun just came out so perhaps she shall forgive me. or not.
anyway. memory:
tis that fun hazy blue twilight time that sometimes seems to last for hours in the summer [and sometimes it lasts for about ten seconds, but this was the former] and we're camped out on my bed which is actually the trundle smooshed with the frame and blankets creatively thrown about to keep the great divide from splitting and dropping us onto the floor. [that'd be an ow moment]. I'd been reading The Endless Nights off and on [reading, re-reading, it's all the same] for a few days and was re-reading Delirium's tale, cuz she's cute and because I could. It was also a way to avoid somehow hurting his feelings or having mine hurt, though he's lying on top of me [oi! fully clothed, and if you've ever seen my room after a couple of days with a visitor, you'd imagine I would be the only safe place in the damn room :p] and I let him stay if he'll read the story. Just that one. But noooooo. He's probably remembering the long list of things he's told me to read that I haven't [though I did cave on some. I think] but I point out it's not that long and come on, man. Trust me. So I fascinate myself with peeking at him through my hair [recently brushed, insert purring here] without being horribly obvious [it's hard to tell though, this whole blindness thing means I have to try very hard to see and still act casual aboot it]
and guess who's all, "dude! dude!" and asks to read another one? yah. Happy is I in that moment.
*purrs*
someone, smack me upside the head with something so I can sleep.
anyway. memory:
tis that fun hazy blue twilight time that sometimes seems to last for hours in the summer [and sometimes it lasts for about ten seconds, but this was the former] and we're camped out on my bed which is actually the trundle smooshed with the frame and blankets creatively thrown about to keep the great divide from splitting and dropping us onto the floor. [that'd be an ow moment]. I'd been reading The Endless Nights off and on [reading, re-reading, it's all the same] for a few days and was re-reading Delirium's tale, cuz she's cute and because I could. It was also a way to avoid somehow hurting his feelings or having mine hurt, though he's lying on top of me [oi! fully clothed, and if you've ever seen my room after a couple of days with a visitor, you'd imagine I would be the only safe place in the damn room :p] and I let him stay if he'll read the story. Just that one. But noooooo. He's probably remembering the long list of things he's told me to read that I haven't [though I did cave on some. I think] but I point out it's not that long and come on, man. Trust me. So I fascinate myself with peeking at him through my hair [recently brushed, insert purring here] without being horribly obvious [it's hard to tell though, this whole blindness thing means I have to try very hard to see and still act casual aboot it]
and guess who's all, "dude! dude!" and asks to read another one? yah. Happy is I in that moment.
*purrs*
someone, smack me upside the head with something so I can sleep.