I must have been sleeping on my right arm last night because when I woke up, it was stone cold dead. I must have rolled over before I woke up because as I did wake, that dead hand was on my chest. As I sleepily reached with my other hand to see what was on my chest and stopping my right arm from moving, I found a hand which was pretty terrifying as I knew for damned sure that I went to sleep alone last night. I tried to lift the arm off me but it was surprisingly heavy and limp and floppy so I ended up dropping it on my face. This slap woke me up enough to realise what was going on, and then I had some fun with it. Not like that. That dead arm had less grip than Action Man. But I fiddled about with wiggling my fingers and poking it and so on until it woke up. Things I have learnt. My hand is heavier than I ever thought. My hand is bigger than it feels to me. My hand is more textured than Id ever noticed. Good morning! :)
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 07:06:53 +0000
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