I’m blogging in bed.
This is new.
Intimate…. in a totally not Marvin Gaye “Let’s Get It On” way.
Quirky…. in a totally Chloe way.
And slightly pathetic… again in a totally me way.
Sleep, my only bed partner, has begun stepping out on me. (No doubt cheating on me with somebody less, well, me.)
So, I’m blogging.
I’ll show him.
When Sleep hauls his butt back in the door, won’t he be surprised to find 1,000+ followers warming his pillow?…
I’m creeping myself out.
I need to hide under my bed now.