P: (Sitting up in bed at 4am) Ugh. I just had a bad dream.
Fauxhawk: (Asleep, but clear) Motorcycle.
P: What?! Are you listening?
Fauxhawk: (Still asleep) Gingerbread needs shots.
P: Are you sleeping?!
P: So it was really weird. I’m at this camp for adults, and suddenly I’m taking part in a dance class with Merv Griffin. Or Merce Cunningham – I’m not sure which.
Fauxhawk: (Sleeping) That’s what I’m saying.
P: What?! So anyway, I’m at this dance class, and I’m completely NAKED. Everyone else has CLOTHES ON. But I am mostly okay with it, oddly enough, until someone pokes at my ‘nani with a stick.
P: What do you think it means?
Fauxhawk: (Muffled sounds)
P: Is it really hot in here?
Fauxhawk: (Muffled) Several species.
P: Oh God. I can’t sleep.
It’s been like this for days. Fauxhawk lays perpendicular in bed, sleeping fitfully and weaving fantasy elements into our early morning conversations. I have strange dreams about naked dance classes, bloggers I’ve never met, and strange goings-on involving foam outfits. I am awake at 3am, then 4am, then again at 5am. Neither of us has slept soundly since we got back from India, presumably because our pillows are not pre-fluffed nightly.
I am wilting from sleep deprivation. But I promise to answer your questions tomorrow, when I’m fresh. Keep ‘em coming.
In the meantime, everyone say "happy birthday" to Nina.
Balenciaga - Delphine by MM Paris via Maybe Maven.