4 a.m.
Roxy: Nudge, nudge.
Me: Grunt.
Roxy: Dude, where the fuck are we?
Me: Oh man Rox..can you move over?
Roxy: There is SO MUCH SNOW HERE!
Me: Fuck it’s FREEZING in this house!
Roxy: Can I go out and play in the SNOW? THE SNOOOWWWWW!
Me: MOVE OVER!
Roxy: Me likey. Me likey snow.
Me: What…I sayz…mmgrp…Snore.
4:45 a.m.
Roxy: Nudge, nudge.
Me: Huh? What the…?
Roxy: Hi!
Me: Oh for the love of everything that is good with Santa! Honestly Roxy!
Roxy: Uhm, so about the bed…
Me: Leave me alone. I’ve got to get up in an hour to go to work so I can bring home the bacon.
Roxy: Bacon?
Me: Would you just...move over! Jeez Louise. Why is it so cold in this damn house?
Roxy: There’s no room on this bed. Maybe you should sleep on the floor.
(KICK-BANG-CRASH)
Roxy: Hey…how did I end up on the floor?
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