Always be wary…

I showered and primped and gave Baxter a quick kiss on the way out. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe I was tired and the fatigue meant my charming personality or my own sense of self preservation hadn’t kicked in yet. Maybe down deep I hope one day I won’t move quick enough. He woke with a start and swung the arm that was wrapped around his belly towards me and I barely made it out of they way in time.

Right.

That is why I don’t wake him up with kisses or any other way imaginable. He wakes up swinging. Just like me but I usually fly with my fist and he is more likely to come up swinging a blade or his ’45 in your direction. He always slept with one of them. I should have remembered.

God I am tired.