January 7, 2012

waiting for him to sleep again

dear funny as it fucking gets diary,

a full night of meaningful slumber and a bare naked chest next to me when i woke up. i knew i'd heard the sounds of someone snoring next to me all night. it really is weird how the grump's chest looks damn near human. i wondered who he was laying so close to me in almost a cuddle fashion, i ain't used to that. i am all but certain i could get used to it though because holding the grump this morning was easy for me. i figure i must have done it right too, he wasn't startled awake when i rubbed on him. i even laid my head on his chest to listen to his heart beating. i traced his white patch with my finger for ten minutes and he never even stirred. it wasn't until i lifted the covers and made a sudden outburst that he woke up. the grump HATES to be laughed at, but when i saw his legs all spread open wide and all his junk shrunk up and his skin all bright pink, it made me laugh out loud. i've never seen him sleep on his back.