“My alarm never wakes me up,” she complained yesterday.
“And you slip off to work and I end up sleeping in too long.”
“So just wake me up before you head out the door, ok?”
“Sure,” I replied, a carnal plan immediately springing into my dirty mind.
I think the jarring ring of most alarms is the worst thing to wake up to,
so I devised a gentler approach, and this morning, said:
“Good morning, honey”