Losing_Reveries
I woke up for the seventh time that morning. It had been a week since the First Slayer entered my dreams, induced a Mrs. Robinson theme as well as scary military men observations..I mean clipboards?! And now I'm even freaked when anyone uses the top door to my house. I've told all my friends that I like the bottom back door. Much less deadly.
I sighed and put my hands over my head. "Gotta buy hypnocil. Or invent it at least." I shook my head and sighed at my bleak Nightmare on Elmstreet reference. I sat up and grabbed my pants from the floor. I got out of my covers and pulled on my pants not bothering with the annoyance of underwear.
I was also glad my new construction job didn't involve group male showers cause...high school all over again. I stood in front of the mirror and combed my hair back and I thought why hadn't The First Slayer put that into my dream? Oh wait, that's actually happened.
Among other things besides the off limits of my upper door I know call Joyce Mrs. Buffy's mom cause...freak out factor did rise during that. I don't know how to act anymore. I hadn't been with Anya in over two weeks and I was begginning to think it was over. I didn't even know if I cared. We didn't really have a relationship. It was just sex and orgasms as she said it. Many, multiple and euphoric orgasms. But still, just that.
I pulled over a black t-shirt and then a jacket over that and grabbed my hard hat. I sighed and put it back. Sunday Xand, no work. I decided that maybe I had over-estimated my motivation for the day's events. I had remembered something vague about Anya coming over today but I was too tired for sex.
Emotionally and hell, even physically. I just didn't have any drive for anything. Can you say "in a rut-Xand"? How about three times fast?
I sighed and laid back on my bed. Sleep came...and Anya would come later. Too bad I was too lazy to clean up.
I sighed and put my hands over my head. "Gotta buy hypnocil. Or invent it at least." I shook my head and sighed at my bleak Nightmare on Elmstreet reference. I sat up and grabbed my pants from the floor. I got out of my covers and pulled on my pants not bothering with the annoyance of underwear.
I was also glad my new construction job didn't involve group male showers cause...high school all over again. I stood in front of the mirror and combed my hair back and I thought why hadn't The First Slayer put that into my dream? Oh wait, that's actually happened.
Among other things besides the off limits of my upper door I know call Joyce Mrs. Buffy's mom cause...freak out factor did rise during that. I don't know how to act anymore. I hadn't been with Anya in over two weeks and I was begginning to think it was over. I didn't even know if I cared. We didn't really have a relationship. It was just sex and orgasms as she said it. Many, multiple and euphoric orgasms. But still, just that.
I pulled over a black t-shirt and then a jacket over that and grabbed my hard hat. I sighed and put it back. Sunday Xand, no work. I decided that maybe I had over-estimated my motivation for the day's events. I had remembered something vague about Anya coming over today but I was too tired for sex.
Emotionally and hell, even physically. I just didn't have any drive for anything. Can you say "in a rut-Xand"? How about three times fast?
I sighed and laid back on my bed. Sleep came...and Anya would come later. Too bad I was too lazy to clean up.