Drunken stupidor

I’ve had two hours sleep and approximately eight units… I’m so damned tired.

As I walked back from the bus stop I’ve been turning over the horrible fantasy in my mind of being slightly drunken and coming home to someone. Weaving Piratically-attired through the door into the bedroom and stripping unsteadily and incompetantly before attempting a stealthy insertion under the duvet…

Wrapping my arms around my Sweetie who turns over and holds me before running his fingers through my hair and pulling me close into his body. I would too-loudly whisper a hello, and my Sweetie would push my hair back in the dark and whisper back “Hello My Drunken Monky” before giving me a gentle kiss.

Bed.

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