Mixed Metaphors VI
Tony woke up to a small hand in his face. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he took the hand and moved it down to his side. Apparently his new roommate had rolled over in her sleep and dropped it onto his face. He wasn’t used to things like this happening, but he didn’t mind. Everything Becky did, was a treat to him. The clock displayed 5:05 am. They had to get up by six and it wasn’t enough time to go back to sleep. Tony felt that if he awakened Becky, she might want to make love...