Sleeping Beauty, (a Crouching Tiger.)

Last night I crawled into bed next to Andreas, a good hour or so after he'd fallen asleep.

No sooner had my head hit the pillow than Andreas sits up, momentarily freezes as if to ponder his next move, and shouts a long, hearty "AAAAAAAAAHAAAAA!" to no-one in particular, save maybe the space of air directly in front of him.

It's the hearty kind of "AHA" that seems to imply that Andreas now found the opportunity to put into action his most brilliant plan yet. It seems that tonight's "plan" has been that of just pretending to be asleep upon my arrival, in order to jump up and surprise me.

It has not, however, been a sleepless wait on his part because Andreas is still asleep as he turns towards me, throws his arms around me, and kisses whatever bare area of skin he comes across. Then, just as suddenly as the barrage of affection had begun, it ends.

Andreas wordlessly turns back around and settles down into his customary foetal position. As with all previous times, he recalls nothing in the morning.



So you understand why I am content. I have a best friend who, a quiet man by day, is a sleeping, swooping romantic by night.

Also I finally quit my job. So I think I'm entitled to that extra little bit of love for finally growing a pair.