Had a brain skip this morning, attributing a piece by Blake to Burroughs. Lochlan snorted (he taught me all these words that I love so) and then apologized because I was still under the influence. I told all this to Caleb on the phone, as I slept in and was loathe to move.
Of whom?
Huh?
Who's influence were you under? Lochlan's or maybe Sam's?
Drugs. It was the drugs.
I believe your drugs are men.
You aren't wrong but I can't take a man to get a good night's...oh, wait. You're right. I can totally do that.
Why is Sam taking up space meant for me?
There's enough space to go around. I mean just look up. So much of it is empty. I mean, when you think about it, the stars are fairly small so it's just....well...space. Empty space. No air, right so...space.
Bridget, what is wrong with you?
Well, if I had taken a man or two last night instead of those stupid pills I would be able to think properly.
Where on earth is your husband?
Sleeping.
He does that a lot. What about Ben?
He was working downstairs.
Sam?
He's not here every night, you know.
I wish I had known. I could have entertained you.
I told you, I was drugged. Or rather, I took something to sleep. Well, PJ gave it to me. I had to ask. Then it went to a committee vote.
What a waste of a night.
Oh, no it wasn't. We need more sleep.
You could have come over before it took effect.
No, because Lochlan sleeps with his arms..well, I mean, I'm..I can't get away from him in his sleep. He holds on very tightly. I love it, actually.
Being trapped and drugged by your husband?
You make it sound so awful. Someone giving you a sleep aid and holding you close while you both sleep is the most romantic thing in the world.
Until I do it.
Yes, until you do it. Then it's a sinister kidnapping adventure.
I'm sorry, what did you call it?
Nothing. I said I should go now, I have to call my sister.
