Jetlag does funny things to a person. In the states, I wasn't able to stay up past 8:30. Here, I've been unable to fall asleep any earlier than midnight. With a 10 hour time difference, it's night here when it's day there. After finally forcing myself to sleep around 1, I'm surprised by my loving boyfriend caressing my face around 4:45 am. He cuddles up close and inhales, presumably about to whisper sweet nothings. This is the conversation that took place:
Him: It's game time baby.
Me: ...
(I remember that the Packers are playing right now back home. He gets up to get his computer to watch the game remotely via Slingbox.)
Him: (Shuffling around, gathering his stuff) Should I watch it in here or in the living room?
Me: ...
Him: You're right, I'll watch it in the living room.
Me: Mmm.
Him: I do have my headphones though... So...
Me: (mumbling) K, if you have them. It's ok.
Him: (Keeps shuffling. Loudly in my opinion. Gets situated in bed, with his headphones, his phone to talk to his fellow Packer fans, and his computer- on what seems like extra brightness.) Baby?
Me: Hmm.
Him: The Broncos lost in overtime.
Me: Mmm.
(pause for enough time to let me drift off)
Him: Actually, it's still overtime.
Me: I don't care.
Him: Yeah sorry, you're right.
(shuffle shuffle shuffle, slightly dozing... his headphones turn on and are at full volume, so I can hear every play)
Him: (too loudly) THESE ARE ON TOO LOUD AREN'T THEY?
Me: (Just stare at him, then realize he wants an answer. Nod)
(Turns them down. I turn away from the blinding light and try to fall asleep. Shuffle shuffle shuffle. We have all down pillows and comforter, so with every move, I hear ten thousand feathers falling into place.)
Him: (Punches the air dramatically on a good play. The whole bed shakes. His phone goes off, it's voxer, on speaker phone. A fellow fan talking about the play.) Jesus Chirst that's loud.
(I put my pillow over my head.)
Him: Am I bothering you?
Me: Mmm.
(shuffle shuffle shuffle. Kisses my forehead)
Him: Baby, the Broncos lost in double overtime.
I get up to write this blog.
What do you want to do tonight? Same thing we do every night Pinky, try to take over Bahrain.
Him: It's game time baby.
Me: ...
(I remember that the Packers are playing right now back home. He gets up to get his computer to watch the game remotely via Slingbox.)
Him: (Shuffling around, gathering his stuff) Should I watch it in here or in the living room?
Me: ...
Him: You're right, I'll watch it in the living room.
Me: Mmm.
Him: I do have my headphones though... So...
Me: (mumbling) K, if you have them. It's ok.
Him: (Keeps shuffling. Loudly in my opinion. Gets situated in bed, with his headphones, his phone to talk to his fellow Packer fans, and his computer- on what seems like extra brightness.) Baby?
Me: Hmm.
Him: The Broncos lost in overtime.
Me: Mmm.
(pause for enough time to let me drift off)
Him: Actually, it's still overtime.
Me: I don't care.
Him: Yeah sorry, you're right.
(shuffle shuffle shuffle, slightly dozing... his headphones turn on and are at full volume, so I can hear every play)
Him: (too loudly) THESE ARE ON TOO LOUD AREN'T THEY?
Me: (Just stare at him, then realize he wants an answer. Nod)
(Turns them down. I turn away from the blinding light and try to fall asleep. Shuffle shuffle shuffle. We have all down pillows and comforter, so with every move, I hear ten thousand feathers falling into place.)
Him: (Punches the air dramatically on a good play. The whole bed shakes. His phone goes off, it's voxer, on speaker phone. A fellow fan talking about the play.) Jesus Chirst that's loud.
(I put my pillow over my head.)
Him: Am I bothering you?
Me: Mmm.
(shuffle shuffle shuffle. Kisses my forehead)
Him: Baby, the Broncos lost in double overtime.
I get up to write this blog.
What do you want to do tonight? Same thing we do every night Pinky, try to take over Bahrain.
Feathers too loud...yeah that's bad.
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