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Summary Of ' The ' Of Sleeping '

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one by one the stars disappear as daylight nears and dan lies awake on his uncomfortable bed. he can see the sun peek through his window blinds, causing him to squint at the intense brightness. his eyes avert to the space next to him, missing the time when said spot was once not empty.

ever since that stupid fucking man and his stupid fucking cute little face with his stupid fucking fringe sauntered into his life everything has somehow morphed into an indefinite dystopia of torment. sleeping is somehow a difficult act to commence and most nights he lies in bed, sprawled out wondering what is the importance of his putrid, dispensable poor excuse of a life. even when a thin white wall is all that separates them, he cant manage to obtain the …show more content…

it was a simple dish of course because the two were no delia smiths. british pancakes. dan had to wear a pair of sonic underwear; he borrowed them from his partner who had been the cause of his soiled calvin kleins after a late-night sofa grinding session. dans belt was as much of a failure as his law degree so throughout the entire video the briefs were clearly visible. the two managed to flip the pancakes in the air quite well, besides the final pancake dan had made, which didnt survive. they expected the meal to be a flop, to be not cooked properly or not have been followed by the correct instructions. yet somehow they managed to make a successful and scrumptious breakfast which they enjoyed together. when he cracked the egg, dan would moan loudly just to tease his lover. he had caught phil dipping his fingers in the golden syrup and exposed him to the internet. and when they werent filming dan was kissing him with golden syrup on their lips, filling their mouths with the sugary taste of the syrup. dans arms draped around phils slim torso as they waited for their breakfast to cook, whilst the younger was leaving pecks on the back of his neck and shoulders. all was blissful and carefree for the two lovebirds.

dan was now smiling to himself, reminiscing in his thoughts. he combs a hand through his locks that were slightly curled at the ends, pushing them back slightly to reveal some of his forehead. phil loved his hobbit hair. it was a rare

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