Wishing For a Wink

My night from three o'clock on:

Tired boyfriend stifles yawn.
I. wide awake, fake a yawn.
Then the lights go out.
He is pulling up the covers.
I stub out my smoke and lay down next to him.
Kisskisssgoodnightiloveyoukisskiss.
Ten minutes pass.
Time is going so slowly.....

just going on.
and on.
when does it move faster?
tick ------- tock.
is it morning yet?

It was only four o'clock.
Jon snored next to me.
I am jealous.
Simply jealous.
Him just sleeping there.
Sprawled out as far as his bony ass can.
Why does his body radiate so much damn heat?!

Hello six o'clock.
I get up.
He is making me sweat.
Sticky and sullen, it's computer time.
Internetbloodshoteysbrightscreen.
Myspace = boring.
Listening to music is fun if I can sing.
He is asleep, fuck that idea.
Don't feel like writing.
Damn shit.
Surfing.
Surfing.
Lindsay Lohan.
Whore.
Britney Spears.
Psycho.
Rubbish. I keep seeing rubbish.

I decide to take a shower.
Hot water. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
Instant vacation.
Hum a little tune.
Stay in there forever.
Not forever.
Only making it last an hour.

Eight-thirty. He is dead asleep.
I want to wake him up.
Selfish.
How can he sleep?
@)#(*$)(#*%)!*)@(*#)(@*#
(that is the typed sound of frustration)

I go to the other room.
Dirtgrosswhydidheleavethisroomsonasty?
Cleaning like that bald genie.
Not fun.
Especially when I stumble across old work hat.
Blubbertearspansycryingcryingboohoo.
STOP!

I start to clean again.
BIGGIANTSPIDERSCUTTLESBYOHSHIT!
Screaming I run out of the room.
Well, it is now ten o'clock.
When can I wake him up?
When?
When?
When?
I decide to write about my long night.
Then, i'll wake him up.