How to Lose a Niall in Ten Days

Voodoo

Day: Three

Do you ever have those moments where your body is so tired that it's like you're having an out of body experience? As if your lack of energy is causing you to have no control over yourself? It's not like your drunk, it's more complex. It's the aspect of being perfectly aware of what's happening yet having no control. Almost as if you're as high as a kite, but instead the need for sleep is causing the induced state. The need to close your eyes and fall asleep is causing your senses to go out of whack. The desire to have beauty rest is just crawling up your body as a virus would; overcoming every part of your body until you're immobile and can do nothing but think. The virus consumes all that you have so that you can do nothing but look back at how you're acting and think how this has happened.

I was having one of those moments right now with Niall.

Being an accountant, I'm used to little or no sleep. The tax codes are always changing thanks to the pesky politicians. Thank you lawmakers, I mostly definitely wanted to spend more time messing up my back while trying to decipher the immensely ridiculous tax codes. The additions of tax breaks, regulations, adjustments in state, city, and country makes me want to knock myself out each day. Then there are the added in levies because someone decided they need more money for a park, or a bench across the road that NO ONE will ever sit on. Sure there are the necessary levies like school districts, public figures such as police and fire, and parks and recreation but there comes a time while it all gets a bit much. For the amount that I'm paying for education, let alone the rich clients that I have, it's a shocker how kids this age are so...dumb. So ignorant. So uniformed about anything that doesn't involve social media.

But thanks to the tax codes kicking in with the new year that passed a few months ago, I have been up to my knees in reading. Then throw in the aspect of this bet and how stressfully energetic Niall can be, I'm ready to keen over and pass out.

"Babe, I don't need to know about the tax codes." Niall moaned out from beside me.

Apparently I had been informing him about why I hated politicians and how if I was one, I would change the tax code. I suppose this was one way to get to bed, talking to someone about taxes would put anyone to sleep, even me.

"But Niall, just think about a flat tax. A nation wide flat tax would be so good." I groaned out while pressing my head into his chest. "Even you would be able to do it."

Niall chuckled. "So a flat tax so easy a dummy could do it."

"Basically." I mumbled into his skin. "All you would need is a calculator, so bam! No mental math, no complex equations, no unknown variables."

Niall raised his arm to rub it up and down my back, probably in an attempt to get me to shut up. "But wouldn't you lose your job then? Your job is taxes right?"

I let out a little laugh. "Partly. When it comes to this time of year, that's about it. But I could focus on other aspects too. Accounting is such a versatile major and it works in just about every situation. I could deal in wages or inventory or cash disbursements. Basically anything that needs to kept track of."

"Okay Mrs. Boring thanks for the little speech. I feel like I'm getting one of those 'Would you like to hear about Jesus Christ, our personal Lord and Savior' speeches."

I scrunched my nose up at that. "Why?"

"You're just going on this small rant about it all and it's like you're trying to get me to major in it. I don't do school, you can do that for the both of us."

I laughed at that while nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck. He smelled really good at his pulse point. If I hadn't seen him get ready for bed then I would have assumed that he put cologne on just before climbing into bed with me. "Well I suppose it is a good thing that you aren't a scholar, then thousands of girls would have never had the opportunity to scream at you through your window an hour ago."