Another Late Start

Well, thing got worse before they got better last night. We were both still a little moody, but around 7PM he came over and told me he was going to make tomato soup and grilled cheese for us. He brought it to my house when it was ready... and then spilled his bowl of soup on my foot by accident. It was REALLY hot, so, naturally, I said "OW!" and started shaking my foot (the shaking was a bad idea--red spots everywhere--but I wasn't exactly thinking about that at the time). I wasn't mad at him, I was in pain. He said, "IT ISN'T THAT FUCKING BAD!" And I started crying--still in pain and being yelled at. I went to the bathroom to clean my foot off, and while I was in there I heard him leave. I went immediately over to his apartment and told him that I wasn't mad about him spilling the soup on me, I was mad about his nasty reaction to me saying "OW." He just kept saying, "I'll change your sheets" (in addition to my foot, it also got all over my bed). I said, "I don't care about the fucking sheets! Your reaction just bothered me." He offered a pretty insincere apology, and I asked him to come back over to my apartment. A good move on my part I think. We sat there watching TV, silent and angry at first--but gradually we both softened and things went back to normal. I managed to avoid another fight.

As the night wore on, our moods improved more. I finished reading my novel (another Jodi Picoult book--and honestly, I don't know if I will read any of her others--I feel like she just goes for the cheap cries, if that makes any sense) while he watched TV. He went to sleep before me for a change, and I laid there for awhile listening to him snore. I couldn't quit get to sleep. He slept strangely last night--really restless. At one point, he sat straight up and asked me what I was listening to (the room was silent), and about two other times he sat up and just looked around--like he expected to see something in the room that wasn't there. After that he stayed fairly well asleep, but he was much more cuddly than usual (with the heat, cuddling is just not practical). At some point, before I fell asleep, he reached over and grabbed my hand, almost frantically, and hugged it to his chest hard a few times (I am pretty sure he did it in his sleep). Then he just held it while he slept. At some point later in the night, I felt him kiss the back of my shoulder and the cuddle up behind me. He seemed to want to be touching me almost at all times last night. It was so different. I felt really cared about for the first time in awhile. I wish all nights could be like that. I wonder what was so different about last night.

He is still sleeping--less than 10 feet away from me. I know I need to get work done, but I don't want to turn lights on and wake him up. He seems so at peace. Maybe I will just use a desk lamp. I need to be more productive today. I am running out of time.