❝Sleeping Beauty, just because you are awake doesn't mean you can't dream with your eyes open, anyway,❞ he says it so softly his voice barely audible.
I want to kiss him again. I want to kiss him so bad, but I don't. Instead, I make a face and squir...
Reply, I know you're getting these letters! It's not that hard, damn. You should be thankful that at least one of your children want to say in contact with you. Maybe I'll just stop writing.
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After the game, Denzel had run to the boys' locker room, changed and drove home before I could exit the stadium. Leighanne and I had to wait in the light drizzle until her Mum came to pick us up.
We departed with a hug and a paracetamol for me before bidding our goodbyes.
Later that night, I woke up in my bed with no idea what time it was but I still figured it was much too early to be awake. My head felt like somebody was repeatedly hitting it with a hammer and my feet were icy, due to fact that my duvet had been thrown halfway across the room.
What the fuck?
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty! Are you ready for your first rounders lesson?" A voice called from the left of me.
I shrieked in surprise and fell off my bed.
"Ouch! Prince! When did you get here?" I rubbed my elbow since it had broken my fall.
He scratched the back of his kneck whilst checking his watch,"Let's see...two minutes and thirty-two seconds ago...thirty-three...thirty-four...thirty-fi-"
I threw a pillow at him,"Okay, Okay! I get it,"
"You know, you should not leave your window open, Sleeping Beauty. People might just walk in," Prince sung in a low voice. I gave him an evil glare.
"Somebody's grumpy! Want a cheesy pickup line to cheer you up?" he quips leaning against my wall.
Yes.
"No," I said more to myself than to him. But, apparently, it was a rhetorical question.
"How do you like your eggs? Fried? Scrambled? Fertilized?" I snort at that one and he lets out a satisfied beam.
Carefully, I stood up and took my water-gun out from under my pillow after picking up my duvet.
I sat on my bed and let out a yawn,"How are you never tired in the nighttime? Are you nocturnal, or something? A night owl? Is that the phrase?"
He took off his back-pack with a great sigh and lay next to me on the bed,"Actually, Sleeping Beauty, Night owl was originally just a synonym for an owl and has been used as that since at least 1581. That seems really tautological as owls are predominantly nocturnal and, the original use of the word is now rather rare."
