I’ve been very remiss in posting this.
On the night of the 31st, Wendy and I got into a discussion regarding some things with her friend Kuma. I was a little bit bummed, as I’d had sort of a plan in my head to play a little EvE, and then snuggle with my sweetie and watch Burn After Reading. It really didn’t work out quite that way.
After talking back and forth with Kuma for, oh, perhaps an hour or so, we part ways, and The Wendiferous One announces that she’s going to go jump in the shower for a short one, and then she’s going to bed – and if I’m not there, she has no compunctions about starting without me.
I listened to a couple of songs (Vermillion, Pt. II by Slipknot was one of them. Highly recommended), then I went and laid on the bed, waiting until I heard the bathroom door before striking my best (and by ‘best’, I mean ‘silliest’) Ziegfield Girls pose. *grins*
Snippage occurs here, where I show her Wendiferousness that she most definitely does not need to start the festivities without me.
Then some cuddling.
Then I got up to use the facilities briefly – when I came back, she was putting lotion on her arms. I went ’round the far side of the bed, and laid back down – on the bed again. We talked some more, we cuddled some more. Around 12:15am, we decided that it really was time for bed, and I scrunched myself up near the headboard, lifted the comforter, blanket, and sheet up. I jammed my legs down into a nice pre-heated bed (because I’d been laying ON it for a while, remember?)
My feet got stuck in a wrap of sheet.
I kicked a couple times to get my feet free.
I slowly realized that my feet weren’t wrapped up in some wierd convocation of feet-loving sheet, actually…
….she’d short-sheeted the bed.
I groaned, and she hopped up on her hands and knees on the bed, and kissed me, grinning like the Mad Hatter, “Happy April Fool’s Day, lover!”
I groaned again, then thought for a moment, pondering… An idea occurred to me, and I flopped myself across the top of the bed, pulled the sheet up around me, and declared, “Well, I don’t know where YOU’RE spending the night, dear, but I’M pretty darn comfortable!”
She snuggled up by me, between me and the headboard, pulled the blankets ALL the way up, and snuggled up to me. She said, “Do you know what the best part of this has been?”
I shook my head.
“I had the bed made before 8 o’clock this morning. Every time I came into the room and saw the bed, I knew. And I also knew that when you discovered it, you would have this realization, like the dawning of a new day spreading across the fertile meadow of your imagination. It would creep into the the topography of your mind, and this morning light would crowd all other thoughts out, leaving in it’s wake one singular sentence, and that sentence would be…”