A clean apartment. An actually clean, not dirty apartment. I smiled as I put the groceries down. "Spike! You cleaned!" He was probabally asleep. I smiled and thought, he'll get an extra packet of blood tonight! I started to make dinner and hum all susie homemaker. I put the pasta in the pot. Hey, I needed to eat too!
And Spike came walking out groggily naked. He held his arm around his head and woke up. "Afternoon, Xandy." He smiled and walked over to me. He tapped his lips against mine and thrust in to me...and...
I woke up with a fright in my bed. Damn...scary ass dream. Just freaky and unnatural and Spike lips! My dream had Spike lips! I wiped my lips with my hands as if he actually had kissed me. It was disgusting and I knew that would never happen. It was just a subconsious way of saying we're in a really confined space. That's what Freud would say. I hoped.
I woke up in the morning to the sound of a ... vaccuum. I got up pulled on boxers and walked out. Spike...was cleaning? "Spike?!" Had to be a dream. No, he had pants on. Phew...he had pants on. "Morning." I said as I went to get...already made coffee.
"Ok, what's up?" I pulled the plug. "What's with Spikey the house wife?"