28 August 2007

A funny thing happened to me on the way to Dreamland

Archive from old MySpace Blog
Current mood: amused
Category: Romance and Relationships


This blog contains graphic scenes of adults of opposite gender sharing a bed together, Reader discretion is advised.

So yeah, bedtime. Last night to be exact. Watching a little classic Trek on DVD, chilling out, zoning out, Molly's out.

Not too long ago, we got a nice new King sized bed. It's great. I love it. Molly Loves it. Not only is a King long enough that my feet don't hang off the bottom, but it gives us room to roll over without smacking each other in the head.

So I'm finishing up Wink of an Eye, Molly's sawing logs next to me...

Molly doesn't normally snore, but I guess she's suffering from a bit of allergy issue, and just, at this point, having a bit of a fitful sleep. She's tossing a bit, rolling over, snoring on and off, and even mumbling.

So, it's about 11:45, I'm relaxing, Kirk's kissing the girl, and the pillow shifts next to me. An abrupt stop in the snoring, that slight stir before someone rolls over again, an arm pops out from under the pillow, and a body rolls over.

Well...

Almost over.

I glance to my right, and discover that Molly has actually stopped mid roll-over. At least I guess that's what she did. Maybe. I don't rightly know what she was doing. But there she was, still tucked in the fetal position, face down in the pillow, knees tucked under her, ass in the air.

I've never seen a person attempt to sleep in this position. I tried to imitate the position later, and without my full weight on my elbows, I couldn't even stay up. Not to mention trying to breathe with my face buried in the pillow. I just don't get it.

But there she was, laying there -- if you can call it laying -- for a full 45 seconds, before she tossed again, into a more typical sleeping position. And I went back to watching Spock repair the entire Enterprise in 12 seconds due to the enhancing properties of the Scallosian water.

12:10, and I've decided not to watch The Empath, in favour of seeing what's on HBO. "Why'd you wake me up?" What?!?

"What?"

"Why'd you wake me up?"

"I didn't."

"No, you woke me up."

"No really, I didn't. You've been tossing and turning, snoring, and just before you were sleeping with your face in the pillow and your ass in the air."

"What?"

"Yeah, you were asleep, face down in your pillow, with you ass sticking up in the air. But I didn't wake you up."

"Uhh... you didn't wake me up?"

It's 10:00 a.m. this morning, Jenni's on vacation, and I'm doing her work, as well as my own, as well as my usual volume of email conversations. "Did you wake me up in the middle of the night last night?"

"No, but you woke up, and asked me if I woke you up, and I told you I didn't but you were sleeping with your face in the pillow and your ass in the air."

"That did happen?"

"Yup. Face down, ass up."

"Maybe I was having a dream and getting laid."

"Maybe so."

Maybe so.