Sunday, 28 June 2009
06:45:21 AM (GMT)
So I'm having this nice dream. I was eating candy and cake in Lala Land, and having
tea parties with anime characters, and casting spells, and flying.
Then I realize that for some reason, it's getting harder to breathe. The next thing I
know, I'm being pulled out from Lala Land and I'm in the waking world. My first
Why is my pillow breathing?
Just what is that smell?!
Third thought is the charm.
....Why the hell is there a hand on my waist.
My eyes proceed to fly open and I realize that someone, someone is in my bed. I roll
out from under their - heavy- embrace, and clap my hands over my mouth to stop myself
from screaming. I sit up straight, pressed against the wall.
WHY THE HELL IS MY COUSIN IN MY FREAKING BED?!
Okay, so I breathe out slowly, close my eyes and wonder if this is an illusion from
my sleep-induced mind. I open my eyes and he's still there.
So some of you moronic people might be thinking, OMG, that is like, soooo
romantic, it's like, the start of a taboo love story!
Cough. It is not romantic. Not romantic at all.
For one thing, he's older by, oh lets see, TEN YEARS! He's twenty something years
Second thing, he smells, and it is NOT roses. My cousin is a smoker. So is a lot of
people in Korea. In fact, it's the first time I've seen so many smokers. There didn't
seem to be much smokers in quiet Kansas. He also must have been drinking or
something, because the smoky stench is mixed in with alcolhol.
Although he is considered attractive, he is my flesh and blood so therefore, I do not
hold any crushes towards him. Big Brother Kiwi considers me as a little sister, so
you got that?
I try to wake him up.
Now looky here, this side of the family are always heavy sleepers.
Kiwi doesn't wake up.
Next, I try talking to him.
"Big Broooother, waaaaake upppppp."
He still doesn't wake up, and now I'm pissed, 'cause I'm sleepy, and there's no way I
can sleep with him in here. I have this thing called personal space, and it happens
to be large. For a moment I blank out and doze off with my eyes open, before I shake
myself to keep awake.
"....Damnit, this isn't your freaking room now WAKE UP!"
I pinch him. Hard. And he still doesn't wake up. Though he nods his head a bit.
"This isn't your room!" Nod. "So wake up!" Nod. "THIS IS MY ROOM!" Nod. I'm going
to freaking shoot him in the head when it's morning.
I shake him hard and this time, he eyes flutter open for a moment before they close.
I shake him harder and he lifts his head off of (my) pillow and looks around before
going back to sleep.
This time I turn on the light and kick him. He wakes up, mumbles something, gets up,
turns the light off, and opens the door where he finally goes back to sleep in his
It's 2:45 in the morning and I didn't get much sleep after that.
He could have at least remembered what happened.