On Friday night I had a serious nightmare. John and I were walking down the street minding our own business when some cops fucking kidnapped us. They handcuffed/tied us both to two bucket seats in a van. Between us was a box. They stuck my elbow into a tiny hole in the box. At which point Hannibal Lecter started gnawing on my fucking elbow! As he gnawed and my arms became just bone, it would slowly slide further into the hole so that he could eat more. The cops, apparently, were tired of dealing with their whiny prisoners, so they fed us to him. Thanks honorable policemen. I don't know what would happen when he finished the arm, as they way we were set up that's about all that he could eat through that hole...but that's not the point.
The point is I was whining and moaning in my sleep. And I half woke up and was super scared, so I cuddled up to John. I think I was like "Nightmare, eating..." so John just kissed my forehead and told me to go back to sleep. I could have asked for a bit more comfort, but I did fall back to sleep so it wasn't really necessary. So I will consider this sweet and soothing.
Except now he keeps making whining sounds and laughing. Apparently my torture filled nightmare produced sounds that crack the boy up.
I just keep telling him he was the next course...and he laughs some more.
Sometimes boys are sweet. And they share the cherry Starburst you gave them for their birthday, even though it's like his favorite thing in the world. They could just give you all the strawberry but you get a few cherry. That's love.
And sometimes they laugh at you getting eaten.
Good with the bad, right?
2 comments:
LOL, well - at least he woke up...?
No one's perfect :)
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