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    Time Changes Everything – (Chapter: 3 and 4)

    I ended up having to carry Hayley up the stairs because I didn’t want to leave her in the car. Although after it taking five minutes to get to the bottom of the stairs, I considered setting her down onthe couch but she always liked my bed more.

    I’m being dramatic shes not heavy by any means its just my lack of muscle.

    Finally I got her upstairs and into bed. My comforter was on the floor so I gently tossed it onto her just in case she got cold. Ten minutes ago I was hyper from her being home but after laying down next to her I passed out.

    This time I dreamed about cars on mars. I’m not entirely sure my dream had any direction but it didn’t take long for Hayley to end up smacking me in her sleep. She hit me in the shoulder just hard enough to wake me. As I was trying to fall back asleep she straight up plowed me in the stomach.

    She sure can pack a punch but I guess she has to when she spends most of her times with guys.

    I swore to myself that if she hit me again that I would hit her back but I could never do that so I just cuddle up next to her and make sure I held her arm. She shifted after awhile so she was on her side in my arms. I felt like I had crossed a line but honestly I just wanted her to stop hitting me.

    She only hits me in her sleep like that after she gets back. She’s just so used to being on the go and on tour that she forgets what it’s like to just be home and be able to sleep. I fall back asleep momentarily secretly enjoying this and then my dad comes in and wakes us up.

    He didn’t know she was here and he didn’t know we were sleeping. When I peaked my opens open at him he had his nose in some sort of paper and was attempting to talk to me through it. I jump over and fall out of bed when I realize she was just in my arms and this serves to wake her up as it does earn me from a guilty look from my dad.

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