Sunday, July 15, 2007

Can't trust me even when I'm sleeping

Cam had another set of keys made today.  He wants to have extras around, just in case.

Just in case of me, to be exact.  Last night while I was asleep, I threw his key ring away.  Only in the trash, but he's worried about next time.

He's Mr. Adamant Gentleman now.  I have to sleep in the bed.  Sometimes he does, too.  Very modestly and properly.  Keeping between me and the door, which is always shut.  Sometimes he camps out on the floor in his sleeping bag.

What if I step on you?

"Then I know where you are," he said.  "Anyway, you're little."

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