Sleeping with THE Elephant
anonymous
April 11 2010, 07:17:00 UTC
"Share a room, save money, no need to spend more than we have too."
Matthew wished dearly that he had not listened to his brother's advice. The constant, grating, rumble of Alfred's snoring was broken only by random spontaneous bursts of obnoxious laughter. Sleeping in the middle of a working construction site would have been more peaceful, safer too.
"No need for two single beds, it's cheaper if we just get one double. We're brother's right? Nothing strange about sharing a bed."
The blankets were yanked away yet again, and no amount of tugging on Matthew's part could loosen his brother's grip on the covers. He should have just grabbed a sleeping bag and slept in the car!
"Snoring? What are you talking about? I don't snore!"
Matthew pressed his pillow to his ears in a vain attempt to block out the snoring. He could see the lights rattling in their fixtures from the sheer force of the noise! Alfred's strong arms suddenly wrapped around his chest, squeezing the air out of him.
"Bear..." Alfred cooed.
Matthew's only thought as he blacked out, was that he was glad he would not have to endure any more of this already hellish night.
"Oh quit worrying! You'll have a great sleep, and we'll save a bunch on our hotel bills!"
Alfred woke up late in the morning in a good mood. He stretched, got dressed, and wandered downstairs to meet Matthew in the lobby.
"Ah! I had a great sleep!" he proclaimed. "Slept like a log!"
"Shut up." his brother snapped. Great dark bags were under Matthew's eyes, his hair obviously hadn't been combed, and a large dark cloud seemed to be hovering above his head.
"That worked out well, don't ya think? We should do that again..."
The butter knife missed his head and sunk up to it's handle in hardwood wall.
"Brother." Matthew stated calmly. "If I have to share another room with you. I swear to god I will kill you myself."
Re: Sleeping with THE Elephant
anonymous
April 11 2010, 13:58:39 UTC
Wow, Alfred. Wow. You take obliviousness to new heights, my friend.
My favorite thing was how you kept putting in what America said to Canada before they got the room and then how it became the opposite. Come on, America, when have you ever been concerned about saving money?
Matthew wished dearly that he had not listened to his brother's advice. The constant, grating, rumble of Alfred's snoring was broken only by random spontaneous bursts of obnoxious laughter. Sleeping in the middle of a working construction site would have been more peaceful, safer too.
"No need for two single beds, it's cheaper if we just get one double. We're brother's right? Nothing strange about sharing a bed."
The blankets were yanked away yet again, and no amount of tugging on Matthew's part could loosen his brother's grip on the covers. He should have just grabbed a sleeping bag and slept in the car!
"Snoring? What are you talking about? I don't snore!"
Matthew pressed his pillow to his ears in a vain attempt to block out the snoring. He could see the lights rattling in their fixtures from the sheer force of the noise! Alfred's strong arms suddenly wrapped around his chest, squeezing the air out of him.
"Bear..." Alfred cooed.
Matthew's only thought as he blacked out, was that he was glad he would not have to endure any more of this already hellish night.
"Oh quit worrying! You'll have a great sleep, and we'll save a bunch on our hotel bills!"
Alfred woke up late in the morning in a good mood. He stretched, got dressed, and wandered downstairs to meet Matthew in the lobby.
"Ah! I had a great sleep!" he proclaimed. "Slept like a log!"
"Shut up." his brother snapped. Great dark bags were under Matthew's eyes, his hair obviously hadn't been combed, and a large dark cloud seemed to be hovering above his head.
"That worked out well, don't ya think? We should do that again..."
The butter knife missed his head and sunk up to it's handle in hardwood wall.
"Brother." Matthew stated calmly. "If I have to share another room with you. I swear to god I will kill you myself."
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My favorite thing was how you kept putting in what America said to Canada before they got the room and then how it became the opposite. Come on, America, when have you ever been concerned about saving money?
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