Miss Jennings, you will never understand the annoyance of having visible boners. Ever. Girls (and some guys) find morning glory really hot, but having to conceal said "glory" is an annoyance and a time wasting process.
You see, when you dream of a certain someone, you wake up feeling a little depressed that you're not waking up with that person, and a little panicked that you're still hard.
That's what it's been like for me, even more so this morning. I kept thinking of Daniel's kiss. I dreamt of us back at my place, smooching on the sofa.
Smooching is a nice word. Smooch. Rather than snog or shag. They sound gross and animalistic in a sense. No, we smooched, and as with every dream with Dan, it turned sexual, very, very sexual, and I don't mind admitting that one bit. That's why I hate getting up. I hate getting up because the sun whacks me in the face saying, "ha, you didn't really have amazing sex with Daniel Everett, you sad, lonely motherfucker."
However, today it was so bad (and my dream was so good), that I had to change my sheets. I thought, as I wake up early, I would clean my room and change my bedding all in one go. So I did, and when I actually tidy my room, I tidy it pretty well.
My morning routine can be bullet pointed:
• Wake up
• Make bed
• Pack my bag
• Shower
• Get dressed
• Bathroom again
• Dry hair
• Breakfast
• Go
I normally skip breakfast though, and eat at school. I'm looking forward to school today because of Daniel. We have two classes together, English and P.E. And both of those classes are today.
One day, I hope, my dream will become a reality. To hear Daniel tip his head back and moan because of me.
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