Lost In Time (d. h.)

August 28, 1989

It was Monday, which meant my parents were coming home soon. It also meant Dinger couldn't stay the night anymore. He stayed over the last two nights, and it's been really fun. Sunday we went to a breakfast place, kinda like Waffle House, but less of a drug addict vibe. It was 10 am, and my parents said they'd be getting home around eight. Which was fine, it just meant we needed to be out of my room by then.

"Hey Dinger wake up!"

"Sorry, I can't. I have very important business to attend to in my dreams!" He put the pillow over his head and started sleeping again. I groaned. He wouldn't do anything he didn't wanna do.

I pulled the pillow off his head and hit him with it.
"Hey, what the hell was that for!?" He defensively threw his arms up and somehow managed to pull the blankets over his head.

"Dinger! My parents are coming home today. Maybe at least you could take your clothes home?" I pointed to a pile of his clothes that somehow had accumulated in the corner of my room. I don't understand how he managed to get that much stuff over to my house in two days, but oh well.

"But Hope, what about that really fun game you played the other day?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What game?"

"Let Hope sleep. Except this time we can call Hope Dinger." He snuggled deeper into the blankets.
I rolled my eyes and pulled the covers off of him, this time sitting on top of them so he couldn't pull them back up.

"Or, we could play clean up my room and make food." I said in my best convincing voice. Which, I guess wasn't very good because Dinger pulled me down next to him and then the blankets back up.

"Or we could sleep!"

I sat up and crossed my arms.
"Dinger you need to get up. You're acting like a child right now!"

"Legally, I am a child." He mumbled into his pillow.

"Dinger!" I said, while shaking him. "We need to get up. For the good of the world."

"I'm sorry, I can't hear ya. I'm sound asleep." With that, he put the pillow over his head.

I pulled the pillow off.

"Dinger I'm not gonna stop until I get what I want."

"Hm, sounds hot." He mumbled, preparing for impact from the pillow hitting him.

"Can you please just cooperate this one time?"

He sat up and smiled at me. "Hope, honey, darling, sweetie, baby come here." He pulled me into a bear hug and laid back down.

"Okay there's no way you're even asleep right now." I grumbled, after failing to get out of his arms.

"It's the thought that counts." He pulled me tighter and snuggled his face in my shoulder.

"You better not be wiping your nose on my arm." I joked, turning myself around to the best of my ability without being crushed. Since I couldn't move that well, I just ended up cracking my back.

"Woah, that was sick. In both definitions." He smiled at his extensive vocabulary.

"You're sick." I giggled at him. He let go a little bit so I could face him and we were incredibly close now. Our noses were touching and I could feel his breath.
"You're breathing on my face." I whispered.

"Should I hold my breath?" He asked, smiling at himself. He still wasn't letting go of me.

"How long can you hold your breath for?" I asked, knowing that Dinger would probably try to see how long he could hold his breath for.