Muse Comfort

Jul. 16th, 2005 at 2:19 AM

The Muse slipped into the bed with me, pressed one arm over my chest and one leg over both of mine.

"It's a bad time, Muse," I said in the dark. "I feel like I'm falling."

"Shh," she said. She laid her head against my shoulder. "Tonight, I'm your parachute."

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giggleloop wrote:

Jul. 16th, 2005 08:45 am (UTC)

*cuddle* part deux.

-b

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king_cool_paul wrote:

Jul. 16th, 2005 11:16 am (UTC)

Cupcakes again, babe.

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giggleloop wrote:

Jul. 16th, 2005 02:47 pm (UTC)

*snicker*

so you're getting a red convertible for your roadtrip, right? it would only be fitting. :)

-b

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king_cool_paul wrote:

Jul. 16th, 2005 03:36 pm (UTC)

Dude, if I could affor that, I so totally would. Instead, give that gas is $34 a gallon, I shall be driving a compact car from the rental place. I thought about taking the car from home, but it'll eat that gas up. Even with rental insurance and junk, it'll still run me less to go that way.

'Course, I've got insurance. I could take the roof off with a chainsaw before I leave town.

Hmm...

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giggleloop wrote:

Jul. 17th, 2005 12:42 am (UTC)

hmm indeed! :)

if only my parents' red '72 Mustang convertible wasn't still at some shop getting a new paint job, we could tool around in it while you were here. darn the luck. :(

but it's the thought that counts, right? besides, i'm not sure a convertible with black vinyl/leather interior is exactly the place to be in this heat. ick.

:)

-B

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