Tuesdays are my long days- I start work before 8am and don't finish until 9pm. By the end of it, I'm understandably dragging. Still, when the Dreamer texted me as I was driving home that he had a horrible toothache and didn't have any orajel, I immediately offered to bring him some. I thought I had some at home, so I went there first, but couldn't find it. I soon gave up in the search, said “screw it,” and went to Walgreens for a new tube.
When the Dreamer opened the door, the first words out of his mouth were “what's wrong?”
“Nothing,” I told him, “I'm just tired.”
He cocked his head to the side, looked at me, and said “come to bed with me.”
That was just what I needed to hear.
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