When I said I was going to go to bed early it was because I was exhausted. I had worked all day and we had a really stressful weekend (which you may or may not remember because you spent most of it high). You said you weren't sleepy and that was fine. I was in no way implying that you needed to come to bed then. But you said you wanted to be close to me so you would come lie down even though you weren't sleepy.
I really appreciate your kindness and your need to be with me but as soon as you got into bed you started chattering. You wanted to talk. And talk. You wanted to discuss dreams and life goals and things that required lots of brain activity and all I really wanted to do was sleep. I tried rolling over and scrunching into a ball but that only spurred you on to move closer to me. It was as if you took this as an invitation that I wanted you to spoon with me and grope me. Take note: I Did Not.
This morning as I left you to go to work, you were resting peacefully, nice and cozy and all doped up on your percocet. I wanted to climb on the couch with you. I wanted to pry open your eyes and peer into your soul and demand that you have in depth conversations with me. However, I feel if we have another episode like that one of us will end up smothered to death by a pillow.
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