2.43am- My boyfriend falls asleep. I am still awake.
2.44am- My boyfriend starts snoring.
Me: *whispering* "Hey, roll over..."
2.46am- My boyfriend starts snoring again.
Me: *still whispering* "Hey, you're still snoring. Roll over..."
3.30am- More snoring wakes me up.
Me: "Lay on your side. You're snoring. Lay on your side."
Me: "You need to lay flat on your stomach. IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE SNORING.
Lay on your stomach."
4.30am- I wake myself up coughing. Did I mention that I'm sick? Oh, yeah, I'm sick. So, I go
take a cough suppressant and go back to bed...
5.00am- Guess who's snoring again. Hint: not me.
Me: "I'm going to stab you."
My boyfriend: "Wha? Stab...Wha?"
Me: "I'm GOING TO STAB YOU."
My boyfriend: "Your mom's going to stab YOU."
Me: "SLEEP ON YOUR FUCKING STOMACH."
And yet...I still, somehow, love him...