Remember this: [p2p type=”id” value=”3343″ text=”Don’t ask him questions in the morning..”]?
Last night, when Sander came to bed, he asked me to switch on the light. He always does, it’s part of the ritual: Sander walks in, I barely wake up and slam a fist down onto one of the supercool IKEA nightlights I have on my nightstand ^.^ to which it responds by lighting up.
Last night, however, instead of hitting the lights ( 😉 ) I grabbed my alarm clock from the night stand, and pressed a button that lights up the clockwork… with my eyes closed. Sander then asked me again, to switch on the lights, and I started complaining that the battery must be empty… >_> After a minute or so, I realized that a) my eyes were still closed and b) this wasn’t the light he meant. I rolled over, hit a ghost, crawled back under the blankets and continued snoring… ^_^;