Saturday, March 20, 2010

When the alarm went off, Stephen, sleeping, said, "Oh, sorry."

Which somehow made me think the alarm wasn't supposed to have gone off.

So I hit the switch and went back to sleep.

Until he touched me light on the shoulder and woke me back up with a voice the same soft as the touch. So he could go back to sleep and I could get up and into the shower.

What day is it?

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