5:30 AM: Wake up.
5:32 AM: Pour coffee. Panic about all the things. Put on running shoes because my feet are bitches.
5:35 AM: Attempt to wake kids up gently. 993 more words
“What do you think?”
Never have four words that when strung together will strike fear into the hearts of most men.
Usually, they are sprung on you with the same sense of total ambush that, say, a ninja might suddenly appear out of nowhere to Shang-hi you with a pair of nunchucks. 320 more words
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Calix smiled softly as he glanced at his friend – “Oh…Do I have a bedtime…?” he paused briefly when it occurred to him what the blond explorer had said, and he couldn’t help that playful edge that touched his lips, “Join me in being up to late…Or join me in bed?” he said, tone clearly playful – and trying to avoid being surprised…or hopeful, for that matter.