But the tigers come at night.
Steve is annoying me.
It's 430 in the morning and my alarm has yet to go off but he is already pushing me out of the bed. He's stiff arming me and I want to shove him back because I'm pissed he just kneed me in the butt for no reason. I have at least a half hour left before it's shower time. The nerve!
He's taunting me too, telling me to get up and being just plain mean about it. I finally have enough and I reach out and pick up his arm that is limply lying on the bed separating us and fling it back at him. He awakes with a jolt and stares at me like, wtf?
I narrow my eyes at him when he asks what's wrong. What's wrong?! You just woke me up with harassment and you're asking me what's wrong?!
"You kneed me in the butt," I venomously spit out as I turn away from him.
He looks generally apologetic. "I'm sorry and if I did knee you it was totally involuntary," he assures me.
I look back at him before positioning myself in the opposite direction. I'm unnecessarily angry and I don't even know why or what's going on. "Now I'm just going to drive myself to the train station this morning! I don't need you to drop me off!" I hrumph into my pillow then reach out to change my alarm for the later train. I'll show him! I'm not getting up, therefore he gets to sleep longer!
How's that for punishment?
I drift off to sleep then wake up a little over an hour later to groggily pull myself from the bed. How is it I was rearing to go at 430 but now I'm a tired mess?
When Steve gets up I apologize for yelling at him and he's still sorry for kneeing me. I laugh. He was so far away from me in the bed there was no way he could have hit me with a leg. I explain that I think I was dreaming with my eyes open again. He's probably thinking, well then, there was no need to throw my arm at me was there? He plants a quick kiss on me then disappears out the door.
By the time the train leaves the Hicksville station I'm just starting to fall back asleep when
SNIFF.
My eyes snap open and my body goes rigid.
SNIFF.
I've got the fucking sniffer again! Goddammit!
SNIFF.
Every ten seconds. SNIFF. Right on cue. SNIFF. There was one morning when I even sniffed back every time he sniffed and he still didn't get it! All that happened was he continued sniffing and my nose became dry.
I angrily text Steve about never taking the later train again because I always get this guy. He's sniffing so loud my iPod can't even drown him out.
Steve simply texts back: Serves you right for being mean to me last night.
*sigh*
SNIFF.
It's 430 in the morning and my alarm has yet to go off but he is already pushing me out of the bed. He's stiff arming me and I want to shove him back because I'm pissed he just kneed me in the butt for no reason. I have at least a half hour left before it's shower time. The nerve!
He's taunting me too, telling me to get up and being just plain mean about it. I finally have enough and I reach out and pick up his arm that is limply lying on the bed separating us and fling it back at him. He awakes with a jolt and stares at me like, wtf?
I narrow my eyes at him when he asks what's wrong. What's wrong?! You just woke me up with harassment and you're asking me what's wrong?!
"You kneed me in the butt," I venomously spit out as I turn away from him.
He looks generally apologetic. "I'm sorry and if I did knee you it was totally involuntary," he assures me.
I look back at him before positioning myself in the opposite direction. I'm unnecessarily angry and I don't even know why or what's going on. "Now I'm just going to drive myself to the train station this morning! I don't need you to drop me off!" I hrumph into my pillow then reach out to change my alarm for the later train. I'll show him! I'm not getting up, therefore he gets to sleep longer!
How's that for punishment?
I drift off to sleep then wake up a little over an hour later to groggily pull myself from the bed. How is it I was rearing to go at 430 but now I'm a tired mess?
When Steve gets up I apologize for yelling at him and he's still sorry for kneeing me. I laugh. He was so far away from me in the bed there was no way he could have hit me with a leg. I explain that I think I was dreaming with my eyes open again. He's probably thinking, well then, there was no need to throw my arm at me was there? He plants a quick kiss on me then disappears out the door.
By the time the train leaves the Hicksville station I'm just starting to fall back asleep when
SNIFF.
My eyes snap open and my body goes rigid.
SNIFF.
I've got the fucking sniffer again! Goddammit!
SNIFF.
Every ten seconds. SNIFF. Right on cue. SNIFF. There was one morning when I even sniffed back every time he sniffed and he still didn't get it! All that happened was he continued sniffing and my nose became dry.
I angrily text Steve about never taking the later train again because I always get this guy. He's sniffing so loud my iPod can't even drown him out.
Steve simply texts back: Serves you right for being mean to me last night.
*sigh*
SNIFF.