One girl and her cute little mild obsessive compulsive tendencies: Part I

I’m lying in bed, and I’m watching him sleep, and, as the sun rises and the room takes on a morning glow, he’s driving me increasingly crazy.

“Honey?”

He stirs, groans, and flings an arm across the pillow. My need for him to wake grows suddenly stronger.

“Sweetie? Hunbun? Wake up…. ”

One eye opens. He has a sleepy little smile. I must immediately tell him how I feel. I have been lying awake thinking about this for so long.

“Baby – I need you to take off your t-shirt.”

His sleepy smile is quizzical.

“Take it off, honey. Take. off. your. tshirt.”

He looks a little askance, and then a little naughty. He looks like he might be considering playing some kind of hard to get. I need to vocalise my desire, and I need to do it with an urgency that he’ll understand and comply with.

“Seriously, Bobbie, it clashes with the duvet cover something horrible. If you don’t take that t-shirt off and swap it for something neutral I’m never going to be able to get back to sleep.”

I don’t like things that don’t match.

I don’t like them an awful awful lot.