One Night at the McKibben Lofts

We got home at like 4:30 in the morning. I was so tired and had been wanting to go to sleep for hours already. Neil was, at that time, not really so into sleeping. We finally got home to that disgusting building and into his disgusting little chamber and I crawled miserably, in exhaustion, up to his nasty loft bed and pulled the dirty covers up to my chin. This might surprise some of you, but I was acting kind of bitchy. Neil climbed up and lay down next to me. All the lights, and also music, were still on. It was bright and noisy as hell. I said, Neil, what the fuck? Could you please turn off the lights and the stereo? He rolled his eyes and was like, Fine. He climbed down off the loft and turned off the lights, then climbed back up next to me. I was like, good night, you little jerk. I closed my eyes. A strange sensation hit my eyelids. I opened my eyes. Neil was lying propped up on one arm, blasting a little flashing light-up whirling pinwheel in my face. I was like, WHAT THE FUCK? He was smiling at me. "What? Is this bothering you?"