My SO was trying (unsuccessfully!) to wake me up from my afternoon doze - from which I was actively fighting against being busy saving my 2-storey bungalow from burning down in dreamland.
When suddenly, his phone rang cha-cha music.
In his words, it’s like before and after pictures placed side by side in slimming ads. One moment, I was there like a dead log, refusing to respond to any of his efforts. The next moment, I sprang up and shine to the music - my steps perfectly in time with the rhythm.
He laughed:
“My dear is not tired at all,
She is not sleeping at all.
She’s a huge bluffer!“
I wonder if this works for my funeral too… :p
15-17w: A sense of quickening
14 years ago
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