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:
all im gone say is get busy
u can do it
Lower-case h? That's funny. At least your knee was in his side and not something else...that would be far worse.
Heh. Lower case H. That's cute.
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