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Saturday Morning

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Saturday, April 13, 1999- 7am

I woke up early this morning to my puddin' actually sleeping next me. It's so rare (and a bit weird) to wake up with him sleeping next me.  But I'm not going to pass up the chance to snuggle up against him.

You wouldn't guess it but the scariest man alive, is very susceptible to hypnotic suggestion when he's asleep. He started to rustle and turn over. I knew he wasn't wakening up, he probably only came in an hour or so ago. "Do you wanna' lay your head on my lap?" I asked very sweetly while putting my arm around his shoulders. He grumble/nods yes as he puts his left arm over me and lays his head on my thigh, my arm still around him rubbing his back gently.  I grab his pillow and stuff it under his neck to keep his dead weight head from falling off to the side. That would wake him up…and then he'd be mad…

*sigh* I love running my fingers through his beautiful emerald hair, it's so shiny and soft. It is dark, almost black, at the roots and progressively gets lighter green to the tips. So pretty.

Just a while of him lying on my lap, I see his eyes twitching under his lids. He's in REM sleep, the part when you dream. I wonder what he dreams about. What does a crazy clown, man child, bent on killing the bat dream about?...Duh, probably mostly dreams of killing Batman.

I do remember one time, years ago I think. It's so hard to keep track of things in this life style, kinda why I started writing this "journal"…I should do it more religiously.  But sometime between when I got committed and we both had to escape from the inside, and when I "helped" Batman find Mr. J.

We had both escaped from Arkham, Shawshank style (believe me we didn't do that again unless they had blocked all other options). Once we were out of the tunnel and on the road he said "hike-up your pant leg and look desperate, your good at that". First car stopped a business man, who must've thought I was a hooker, because he was eyeing me up from the window and asking some weirdly worded questions (like a code between them and the John, so they knew it wasn't a bust). Luckily when the guy leaned over and opened up the passenger door, Mr. J (slay devil) opened the back driver side door at the same time and in the blink of an eye, he had his gun to the back to the man's skull and told him "shhh. Let her in, drive towards the dock".

The man, of course, was more of a gentleman to me after that. Half way to the dock Mr. J somehow finagled himself to the front seat; he reached under the man's arms and opened the door.  Mr. Business man looked at me hoping for sympathy, but I turned and looked out the side as Mr. J leaned his upper body into me and used both legs to kick the man out of the car moving car.

When we finally got to the dock he shut the car off went into some storage unit, I guess, and brought out 1 big gun and 3 hand guns. I remember when he handed me one of the small ones, I looked up at him with a pouty face, and he starts to laugh, I join in. I didn't really want the big gun, but I knew the thought would make him…smile.  We slept together in the back seat, so we were pretty snuggly that night.

Wait where was I going with this…Oh yea! The point of this story was, when we were sleeping he woke me up by first just moaning loudly, and right when I sat up too look at his face, he sprung up in the complete definition of a night terror.

Screaming, reaching forward, and in a cold sweat. As he woke up and realized what happened he looked around and then down at me. Wide eyed I asked him "what's wrong?" his eyes narrowed on me, "nothing" he responded as he rolled over gruffly. *rolls eyes*

I knew he had night terrors even before that. I'm pretty sure I saw him have one from the surveillance footage at Arkham when I was still preparing myself for his psyche.

Wow even after I wrote all of that, he's still dreaming.  I wonder if he dreams of the future or the past more. I wonder if in his dreams he's not so mad or angry. I wonder if he's happy in his dreams. I wonder if his nightmares could make a person insane.

He smiled and started to giggle in his sleep that means it probably a good dream this time. Maybe killing the bat, maybe getting away from the bat with the loot intact. *sigh*

Well Die-Air-E, I better stop writing and go hop in the shower and put on my face before that silly insomniac wakes and I'm in his way.
I wrote this one morning after storkeing my puddin's hair and thinking about how pretty it was the way it faded from black to green.

And I just thought that'd be something she might savior or write in her journal. And I just see her being so flakey that she skipps though the stories and just kind of rambles (like my old journals :XD:).
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LuvMangaFF7's avatar
AWWW!! i love it!! it's really cute and good!! the only thing is sometimes the wording is confusing... but good job!! :highfive: