Yes, all in name of distraction. Humor me.
If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
Reply here, then post the above line in your own journal (if you want to, that is).
Of course, knowing you lot, I'm expecting a whole bunch of replies along the lines of "Yes! Hopefully she doesn't wake up while I raid her closet!"
If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
Reply here, then post the above line in your own journal (if you want to, that is).
Of course, knowing you lot, I'm expecting a whole bunch of replies along the lines of "Yes! Hopefully she doesn't wake up while I raid her closet!"
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(yeah, I'm predictable)
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Just like every morning...
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If I'm in your bed I'd think, "Hm, clovis can't be far away. Time to see if devil bunny does want a ham."
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So I'd likely just lie there grinning.
(And then raid her closet)
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and 'christ, do I still have make-up on'
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who am I? (check to see if I have turned into Peeve)
how old am I? (check to see if I have been transported in time and am actually at a Cam or Con party somewhere in the past)
where am I? (your house or mine?)
where is the cat?(a standard thing I think when I first wake up)
what happened?(run down of the previous 2 weeks looking for anything that would be horrific and tragic enough for us to be sleeping in the same bed, with neither Spydrman nor Peeve to be found)
I should put the kettle on for Tea.
there ya go. my thoughts.
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Maybe after breakfast we should weed the poison garden and leave chicken bones out for the crows.
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(hee hee hee hee hee...)
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Would you like some tea?
Your hat? Oh my, I think you left it at *insert club name here*.
That pile over there? Nothing to worry about, just some dirty laundry.
Meanwhile, I'll have already gotten photographic evidence of the existance of your knees.
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Don't take it personally; I keep waking up to hypnogogic illusions, and they don't go away when you wave your hand through them the first time.