I was woken up in the sweetest way last night. I mean sweetest and nicest, softest, tastiest, as opposed to 'coolest'. So I was watching Howard the Duck, and it was nearing midnight, and I knew I was going to fall asleep. So I didn't bother trying too hard to stay awake. I pulled up a quilt and curled up on the couch and promptly passed out. Soon, though, I felt hands slipping around my face and pulling it gently upwards, and a pair of soft, warm, wet lips reaching down to press quietly, though passionately against mine. It took a few moments to wake up, but once I did, I slipped my arms around the Mike I knew was bending over me. He just buried his face in my neck, squeezing tightly, and give that little 'love sigh'. You know the one. I could tell he was glad to see me. When I finally dragged myself to bed, I was asleep before Mike had finished his shower and come to bed. It was nice waking up with him. I was really, really hot last night, though. Mike said I stole all the blankets. Then thrown them all off. I don't really remember. I just remember pressing my face against Mike's chest while kicking all but the sheet off. He also said I rolled off the bed a couple times and he had to roll me back on. He said it was really funny. I don't remember any of it. That amuses me. Go figure. . Rosie.
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