Unfortunately,
I have the pleasure of sharing my room with my brother. My room isn't that big to begin with, but when I have two beds, a computer desk, a bunch of boxes filled with books, clocks, plushies, wires, and a few phones placed in a somewhat organized manner something is bound to go missing. A good thing about our beds being a little close together is that I have a large advantage of hitting him his sleep with sticks. Yes, sticks. Sticks of different length and wide, and all made of wood. Why I have those sticks is a mystery to me. I either found them or someone gave them to me for whatever reason. Regardless, I find some ways to make use of them.
My brother has a snoring habit. His snoring is made of epic wall shaking proportions. Also, he sometimes talks in his sleep and makes some other sound I've dubbed "whale sounds". Depending on how close I am, I'd reach over and slap his face or roll him over until he hits the wall. I am a horrible person. Sometimes slapping and pushing him into walls doesn't work, so I bring out the sticks and start jabbing his sides. He'll jump up or wake up look at me and go back to sleep. Of course, I hide what I used to jab his gut and just stare back.
Welcome to my weekends.
My brother has a snoring habit. His snoring is made of epic wall shaking proportions. Also, he sometimes talks in his sleep and makes some other sound I've dubbed "whale sounds". Depending on how close I am, I'd reach over and slap his face or roll him over until he hits the wall. I am a horrible person. Sometimes slapping and pushing him into walls doesn't work, so I bring out the sticks and start jabbing his sides. He'll jump up or wake up look at me and go back to sleep. Of course, I hide what I used to jab his gut and just stare back.
Welcome to my weekends.