Hallelujah

In Jesus’s name, HALLELUJAH! I have a boyfriend!
Let’s recap..

Friday: Paul meets my parents. Everything goes well.
Saturday: I meet Paul’s family. Success.
Sunday: Paul surprises me with a trip to a theme park. Beautiful fireworks, yet somehow he didn’t get up the courage to ask that night when he wanted to.
Monday: I see Holly :) Go to sleep around 2pm. Awoken by Paul knocking at the door 4pm. There with a dozen purple roses he says, “I wanted to do this different... I wanted to do this better... but I was wondering...”

Mission accomplished. Target acquired. Jackpot! Everything I’ve been waiting for.
If these few days haven’t been shock enough (Paul actually asserting he wants a serious relationship) a new development really threw me off last night...

First I feel it necessary to give you some background information.
Paul wakes up numerous times in the middle of the night to talk/mumble/poke me/tickle me/be funny/ and other random things that one should not wake another up from. i.e. wet willies
When Paul talks it either makes no sense or he rambles randomly or he talks about honest concerns he would never bring up while awake.

Woken up in the middle of the night, like usual, Paul is talking, and I’m trying to ignore him. I look at him, trying to get him to think I’m listening and Paul says, “I love you baby.”

Sandy: *sitting straight up grabbing Paul’s face* “What?”
Paul: no response
Sandy: *staring into his eyes* “What?”
Paul: no response
Sandy: “Are you okay?”
Paul: mhm
Sandy: “Are you sure?”
Paul: no response
Sandy: “Can I get you anything?”
Paul: no response
Sandy: *getting up to go to the bathroom*
Paul: “Where are you going?”
Sandy: “Water. I’m thirsty.” *sits in bathroom contemplating what happened* *returns to room*
Paul: “What’s wrong?”
Sandy: “Nothing”
Paul: “Where’d you go?”
Sandy: “I got some water. My throat was dry.”
Paul: “Come here.”
Sandy: *stays on her side of the bed*
Paul: “What’s wrong?”
Sandy: no response
Paul: “Come here.”

Sound like a soap opera yet? Was Paul sleep talking? Dreaming? No one knows... Especially not me. Tune in next week to The Twilight Zone.

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