Tough Girl 101

I woke up around midnight with a huge, whip-lashing sneeze!

“Ah-CHOO!” I whinced “Ow.”

Duke sat up beside me “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is it your knee? What’s going on?”

He began running his hand through my hair, looking for blood, abrasions, wounds, before running through other areas systematically looking for some kind of bullet wound, or shrapnel. This would have made more sense if he and I were in Baghdad and he were my Combat Medic but in this case, he was my boyfriend and we were tucked safely in bed in one of the most boringly safe towns in the country. Old habits die hard, I guess.

“My abs hurt” I whined. It’s Day 3 (or night 3) of trying to get a six pack, and not only were my abs tired, but my entire body was too. I felt a tightness in my calves, a shooting pain in my thighs and a stiffness in my spine. “This is why working out is overrated.”

I could see his head tilt to the side and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Seriously? That’s it? I thought you were being attacked by zombies or something.”

I raised an eyebrow and laughed “That seems logical.” It would have been more effective if laughing didn’t hurt.

“Go to bed, woman.”He launched a pillow at my face before putting his head back down. “Wake me up again, I’ll knock you out.” He waved his fist in the air as a solid warning before he resumed his snoring.

Aw, Love you too. Jerk.