Wake up.

I'm still deep within the arms of Morpheus when I feel, subtly, my nose being traced. It tickles, a bit. I brush my nose and twitch. 

And then it begins again. This time, not so twitchy. I kind of ignore it.

And then my lips are being pressed together, kind of like how kids make duck beaks. This happens repeatedly as my lips get twisted into different variations of Donald Duck. Then, my lips are left alone. I ignore it blatantly. I really, really want to sleep in.

My earlobes now start to take a subtle pulling as itchy fingers trace the outline of my earlobes and tug on them incessantly. Strong enough to be wake someone but not quite enough to be annoying.

I crack open one eyelid, half my face still buried in my pillow. And through the tiny opening I've made, I kind of go, "Huh?"

And there she lies, wide awake and with big round eyes, look at me and declares in a matter-of-fact way, "I'm bored. Talk to me." 

ARRRRGGGGHHHH.

Damn it that she's not here and she can't do that to me tomorrow morning.