So Shakespeare decided I needed to be awake at 3 AM. Then he went back to sleep. Good thing he's cute.
But now I'm wide awake. And um... in need. Now, of course I'm going to wake up Kate, in the best way I can think of. My patented technique involves my lips, my tongue, a feather, two C batteries, a photo of blipey, a can of whipped cream, a cherry, a riding crop, and six acrobats from the circus.
Crap, I'll have to make do, I'm out of cherries.
But for next time, I could use a few new ideas, just to keep things mixed up a bit.
How do you wake your lover at 3 AM when you need a little special attention? (Without getting a black eye, of course.)