Twice now my sleep has been disturbed by someone watching me. The first time I thought it was someone poking me awake every time the melatonin kicked in and I was to be taken away by the Sandman. But I would wake up and look over at the warm body laying next to me, sleeping peacefully. I thought to myself, slightly suspicious - no, it couldn't be. I don't believe in that stuff.
The second time I was thousands of miles away, tired after hours of driving. I purposely went to bed early. Alone. I tossed and turned, sure someone was watching me fall asleep. And the closer to sleep I became, the more aware I was... until I got really freaked out and couldn't sleep at all. I got all groggy and cranky the next morning.
And irony of all irony - I told someone I'd nurse my broken heart the old fashioned way, with a warm, hot Italian bed warmer. At the time, I didn't know any Italians in the country. Lo and behold, I got stranded in the middle of a snow storm in the middle of frickin' nowhere with a hot Italian engineer from Milan. Who would have known wind energy was so fascinating? We stopped for the night at a hotel and I had some serious Italian moves put on me. And on any regular day, I'd be salivating for a tanned, toned, Italian sweety. We had a serious Italian dinner, his gorgeous tanned, toned biceps were on my shoulder, he whispered Italian love words in my ear and all I could think about was which luggage I had put my socks in.
But this wasn't a regular day. I was still freaked out about the other night, lacked sleep, and smarting over lightening striking only me. Oh bugger, fuck, shit, I want my perspective back!
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