Argh

Fuck 5am, her tall and lean, her light lips, strong arms and quick mouth. I thought we agreed to see other people.

Like a total dork, I’m half an hour early for our date, all over eager and embarrassed to realise she is seeing someone else, a whole bunch of someone elses, all more fascinating than me and I’m, well, I’m just not.

Inside I determine to ask Sleep out, even if it’s just casual. I’ll let her know that she’s a good kisser and I am a fast learner.

Either that or I’m getting some sleeping tablets.

The rain comes down with sighs and moans, mourning its Disco Biscuit Love as I wonder how I’m going to get to yoga/work/krumping in this rain.