The clock has stopped! No really, it has. I've been sitting here staring at it and the hands aren't moving. Time has frozen and I'll be stuck here at work forever. NOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh, wait. There, the minute hand moved. I'm safe.
After working all these 12-hour midnight shifts in a row I actually get 24 hours off! Yes people, when I escape this place at 6 AM Sunday morning I don't have to come back until 6 AM Monday morning. That's one whole off day if I manage not to fall asleep.
And I have plans. To hell with the basket of dirty laundry (I've got tons of clothes, I just never get to go anywhere to wear them). The cat can lick the dishes piled in the sink clean. The messy house won't bother me. "Why", do you ask?
Because I'm not going home. It's cold and rainy and my big empty bed doesn't sound inviting. It's Sunday and Sweet Thang doesn't have to work today. I plan to go to his house and bang on the door until he gets up and lets me in. Then I'm going to crawl into his nice warm bed and cuddle up with him skin to skin.
Yes people, I'm going to get naked and wrap myself around that 6'5" hunk of maleness and insist that he warm me up. I'll leave how to his imagination. And we all know how men are in the morning!
1 comment:
You lucky duck!... warm imaginations. At least I can remember. (*sigh*) But I'm happy for you, and for that matter, I hope the clock stays stopped ... for a little while longer at least. -mg
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