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Strange Disease
“Why did you have to put so much pressure on me?
I can’t sleep. This is definitely nothing new-a night where I woke up screaming from nightmares only once or twice used to be considered a good night. But lately, for the last month or so, well, 23 nights to be exact, I’ve slept like a baby. Or like a baby would sleep if it didn’t wake up every hour squalling to be fed. What do I know about babies anyway? All I know is that I’ve been sleeping nightmare-free ever since he’s
been here. Keeping the monsters at bay with a surly growl and arms
strong enough to hold me and all my neurosis.
I can’t sleep. Why’d you do it, Walter? Why did you say it? Wasn’t it enough to have a night together, enjoying a late take-out dinner (Thai-your favourite), an old movie on cable (sci-fi, my favourite), some serious fooling around on the couch, and hours of mind-blowing sex? Nothing sends me off to sleep like sex. If I could bottle the orgasms you give me, in my head, not just my body, I could put Sominex out of business! Sometimes I fall asleep before you pull out, utterly sated and feeling like nothing bad could happen as long as you are here, with me and in me. I can’t sleep. Curling up in your arms tonight, I thought, not for the first time, that life really gets no better than this. I knew I would sleep all night, still feeling you in me, still tasting you on my lips. I felt your hand in my hair, stroking and petting, then your mouth on my ear, breath warm and tickling. I felt myself drifting off… “I love you, Fox.” And now I can’t sleep.
Y'know, for a first time piece, this ain't half bad. For more of Mulder's early morning meanderings, check out the sequel, "Every Morning"!
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