Sunday, June 22, 2008

Adventures of Twin and Nina

It was my 6th full day at work and I was still dragging my ass. I wanted to lay in my bed, eat Cadbury caramel, and sleep.

He called.

Can you please help me? I have to make 5 choir robes by tomorrow.

How could I say no?

We ate Italian sausage on potato bread, talked about him kicking his neice out of his house (another post entirely) and got to work.

He sewed, I ironed.

We talked about Jill Scott vs. Erykah Badu. Musiq Soulchild vs. Bilal. Dianna Ross. Drag names. Coming out songs. Ball gowns. Having children.

3 1/2 hours later, we were done.

I fell asleep involuntarily, but kept waking up every hour on the hour. Twin is about 6ft tall, 300 pounds.

He would routinely roll over - on my head. on my chest, or just on me.

I woke up to him throwing pillows on me.

What gives, I said.

"You sleep like a lower-case h. I kept waking up with your knee in my side."

"I kept waking up with your body on my head."

We laughed.

"Never again," he said.


I know there will be a next time. There's always a next time.

4 comments:

Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T said...

all im gone say is get busy
u can do it

Chris said...

Lower-case h? That's funny. At least your knee was in his side and not something else...that would be far worse.

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Monie said...

Heh. Lower case H. That's cute.