January  20,  2004

      Okay.  So i'm running on exhaustion today.  i went to bed early enough last night, but it was one of those nights where sleep just seems to be an illusion. Sort of like you know you must have slept some of the time, but you never stop being aware of where you are.  i hate that.  

      i did get some early morning in the dark comfort from Himself however.  i think it was during one of my better dozes (which always seems to happen right before the alarm is due to go off.)  Suddenly i was waking up to a nice warm mouth suckling happily away on one of my girls.  (girls = code name for breasts)  Yum.  From there things progressed quite nicely into a not-yet-awake tumble - well at least until i was rolled onto my side and one rather large male hand made hard contact with a butt cheek.  Good morning!  i swear that man's hands are getting bigger!

      i could have stayed in that bed forever, blankets pulled up tight and snuggled in warm, with His hand curved around my neck possessively.  But work has a nasty habit of calling, and so i had to get up.  

      One of our rituals that has been consistent from the day i moved in here, is that i have to kiss Him before leaving the bed.  Doesn't have to be on the lips - it can be the forehead or tip of His shoulder even.  This lets Him know that i'm not coming back into the bed.  And hey, i just like the whole affectionate idea of it.

      With me having to get up so early now - it's still really dark.  This causes a bit of a problem.  Not only am i afraid of the dark, i don't see in it very well either. (And in really, really bright light, i have the same problem.  Weirdness.)  And i'm sleeping with a black guy. Soooooo.... sometimes finding His body parts (aka face) is not that easy.

      One morning i tiptoed in, intending to give Him a quick kiss goodbye as i jetted out the door, but didn't want to wake Him up.  i managed to get to His side of the bed, and realized i couldn't see a d*mned thing!  So i reached out with my hand and starting feeling about, trying to find His lips.  i think i poked Him in a nostril or two before i finally gave up and just aimed.  i managed to get somewhat close to His forehead.  And it took everything in me to keep my giggling inside.

      This morning, while all warm and snuggly, when the alarm went off and i was FORCED to get up, He was still awake.  And the room was still really dark.  i rolled over to face Him, put an hand out to where i thought His face was ... and nothing.  i backed up slightly and then realized my left shoulder was about an 1/8 of a inch from poking His eye out.  Sigh.  i managed to use some kind of womanly radar to get closer to His lips and give Him a kiss.  And then i grumbled something about Him needing to open His eyes so i could find Him next time.  

      He just laughed.  He likes the control.  Go figure.

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