Last night was one of those rare nights The Man and I both felt friendly at the same time. We were under the covers and friendly to a state of complete undress. The Man leaned over me.
Suddenly, The Boy burst into our room clutching his head, moaning, No...no. Then he plopped himself on our bed and pulled the covers over him.
It happened in a blink. In that second, The Man and I separated and I tucked the duvet around The Boy. Under the pretext of rearranging and fluffing up the duvet, I slipped my pajamas back on. The Man got up, pulled his pants on, and got some water for The Boy.
Then The Boy went back to his bed, leaving his bedroom door open.
The Man also left our door open in case The Boy has another nightmare. Then we settled back into bed eyes wide. He said, Let's just go to sleep. I said, Yes, let's. He fell asleep. I went downstairs and read for a couple of hours. I am exhausted this morning.
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You make my day, and Sylph your life surely it is not boring.
Also read your " on the street where I live" it is very exciting.
You know I lived on Sherbourne down town for a year (1969) that was also something. I think it is not there anymore, because a few years ago I couldn't find it anymore.
" wonder"
SIGH- I know all too well what that was all about- The operative word being WAS- In an odd sort of way I long forward to the day that I once again will be somewhat interupted. At present, the only action in my bedroom being disturbed is my sleep! Oh to be NOT single anymore.
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