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"Don't! Stop!" I managed to groan at her. She had this habit of sitting on me while I was asleep if I didn't wake up when she figured it was time for me to roll out of the bed, and if that didn't affect me, which it usually didn't, she'd poke at my face. Have you ever had a cat who would paw at your face while you were trying to sleep? It would just keep on and on until you gave in and got out of bed in a huff, tossing the blankets back until you took it out into the hallway or wherever and then slammed your bedroom door in irritation. You'd climb back into the bed, but you just couldn't sleep anymore now that you were angry and awake in he first place. She was the annoying cat that I wanted to toss out into the hallway. "Wake up, Cillian," she'd say as I tried to bat her hands away from me, just for five more minutes of peace and quiet before the day started.
"Don't stop," the Other She breathed, heavy in my ear while I hovered over her. I wanted handprints on her thighs and I loved the way her lips looked swollen. She had heavy lids and pieces of her hair were always falling down into her eyes. I tried to move it once, but it was the same kind of stubborn as mine and it just went right back where it didn't belong-- which was like a metaphor for that night. Right there where we didn't belong. This time we were both cats in the floor, and at least one of us needed to be put out in the hallway. "This isn't going to last," I wanted to tell her, but she didn't ask so I didn't have any reason to. I knew that once the morning rolled around and I left I wouldn't be coming back, but it didn't stop me from sticking around during the night. What was the point? We both wanted it, didn't we? I managed to say it once she'd fallen asleep, hoping she was just pretending so she would've heard me. This isn't going to last.
"Don't," she said, and my jaw was clenched hard enough that it felt like my teeth were going to crack under the pressure. "Stop." She held her hand up while I tried to explain what went on with the Alternate Us. I was the cat this time around, and she didn't hesitate to put me out in the hallway where I belonged. I had an overnight bag and my mobile in my pocket and I started for the stairs to find a place to stay for the night. "It wasn't like it hadn't been coming," I thought about shouting at her. "You annoy me to death!" I really meant it, too. While I took those stairs, each step down jarring my skull on the way to the front door that lead out into the city, I did mean it. She annoyed me to death, and I was glad this was over, and yeah, I'd be back later to get my stuff, so don't touch it. I'm pleased to be gone, because now I can find someone who really matters to me, rather than someone who pokes me in the face to wake me up for no good reason and won't give it up even when I tell her to stop.
In other news, I would really like to see this film.
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