<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167462.msg7869797#msg7869797">Quote from: Dhi on 12-03-2013, 09:59:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Finding myself in a burrito of cozy blankets, together with a familiar body in the dead of night, I hear the faint horn of a train. "This is the six o'clock train," I think, "that sometimes wakes me, mysteriously, seconds before my alarm clock."<br/><br/>But I must dislodge myself from this blissful cocoon to glimpse the clock and know for certain. I struggle with the idea.<br/><br/>When finally I emerge with a groan of complaint from my nest-mate, I see that it is two-blarging-thirty in the morning and know that this is not the six o'clock train but my <em>very nemesis.</em><br/><br/>And the thoughts that occur to me, in order, as I sit in a desk chair listening to my partner's slumbering sigh go through all the notes of musical scale, are "This could all be happening to Onneca; I should write this down."<br/><br/>Followed by "I am not the one, my dear, who snores like a logging mill gone haywire."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>*commiserates with Dhi's lack of sleep*<br/><br/>But I do find how you so poetically describing the situation as hilarious.  ;D