The girl got me up at dark’o’fifteen this morning.
That is even more dark’o’fifteen than I normally get up.
Today is ‘see you at the pole’, and the girls wanted to participate.
So, away I went.
Sans my last 2 hours of sleep.
They had doughnuts for all the participants.
I didn’t get one, so now I want a doughnut.
A fresh glazed doughnut.
So fresh that it melts in your mouth when you bite into it.
I need to go back to bed.
Maybe when I wake up there will be a doughnut on the counter.
A girl can dream.