Ever since I arrived in DC, I haven’t been able to sleep. I’ve found myself up at night, even with my CPAP. But the other night, my baby daddy came to see me.
He’s Daddy!!! My man, my squeeze…my college crush…okay…I give…my college roommate. My cat’s father. Wait…my cat’s DEADBEAT father…
That’s better.
Anyhow, when I come to town, I let him know, so he can come see me. It’s a must that he sees me. More like a demand. I miss the days when we lived together. We’d sit up and watch tv/movies/etc…or he’d come home and I’d be watching some random gay shit and he’d walk in like…wtf!!
But he came to see me the other night…and we just sat, and talked and chilled. We snuggled (cause he my man!!) while we watched tv, I laid my head on his shoulder, cause I miss my teddy bear. It felt so relaxing to be around him again. That night, I slept like a damn baby!!!
I haven’t slept peacefully in two damn weeks, and here he comes … puts a spell on me or whatever..and all of a sudden I’m sleeping like I just got fed, burped and fed again. SMH.
I slept last night for a hella long time…but I didn’t go to sleep until 1 am, almost 2. So I needed that. But now it’s 10 pm. I have to get up early, check out this hotel, take my shit down to the car, and get ready for the last day of class. Then the long ass ride (cause I’m not driving) home. Where I will promptly sleep upon arriving. And I’m sure the baby will be sleeping with me. Then I have to go get an alignment done on my other car but not til Sunday… I need a break.
