Waking up in the middle of the night, thirsty.
The clink of ice cubes, the smoothness of water down your parched throat.
The air vent blowing on you: chilly now.
Climbing into a bed full of warm girl.
Best. Thing. Ever.
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2 November 2012 | 6 Comments
2 November 2012 at 10:18 am
I entirely concur with your statement, sir. Most assuredly the best thing ever!
2 November 2012 at 10:44 am
Hey, Chris. When are you guys planning to get here?
2 November 2012 at 11:02 am
After work. Though, if I get the chance, I might swing by at lunch. Otherwise we’ll be there this evening ~6 to 7. Can’t wait! 🙂
2 November 2012 at 11:05 am
That does sound awesome.
You made it into to a kind of extended Haiku.
2 November 2012 at 11:54 am
To True.
(My only question, what are you doing up {much less on the web}before noon?)
2 November 2012 at 12:54 pm
*big silly grin* Yay!
Not waking up in spite of clinkity ice cube sounds: priceless.