Fell asleep at 8:30 last night. Woke up at 12:30, fully awake. Stumbled onto the computer, thought I'd putter around awhile, ran into a Sess/Rin piece written mostly back in 2004 by Wicked Oni, and I got hooked, at then it was 5 am and time to give my hubby his wakeup call. And then I made coffee. And then I discovered some perfect research materials regarding some details in the story I am writing, and now I am ready for cup of coffee # 2 (freshly ground medium roast flavored with almond and chocolate. I'm a bit self-indulgent when it comes to coffees and bookbuying..
Now I'm ready for the second cup.
So the morning started at midnight for me. That's a good five hours off sync.
I don't know if it's just that I'm wired, but i feel creative. We'll see if it's just an illusion.....
(took a nap after reading a long Sess/Rin fic, and someone walked all over my dream. So, waking up, I wrote this:
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any of its characters
Out of My Dreams, Sesshoumaru
Get out of my dreams, Sesshoumaru, if you please --
No sasshaying through my nighttime fantasies
With your silver hair and your golden eyes.
Nope, you won't hear any heartfelt sighs
Coming from my direction.
I don't need that bishonen connection.
You just aren't grubby enough for the likes of me --
Too youkai, too eldritch too otherworldly --
My mama didn't raise no fool.
Stay out of my dreams, Sesshoumaru, sir --
I don't want to feel that youki rise up in a whir
Every time you pass by going here and going there,
A samurai shaped Lord Byron, with a burning stare--
Let Jaken deal with all the broken hearts in your wake--
Sometimes I bet that he needs a rake
To scrape a path through the fangirls wailing at night
For their demon lover to come into their sight,
But that's not my cup of tea.
O Sesshoumaru-sama, I respect you, you know,
Admire your beauty and elegance, and how you go
Round the land with that perfect samurai elegance and pride
Never a hair out of place, that gorgeous glide--
Let me admire from afar -- I'm too working class in my ways
To let you romp through my subconsious getting lost in the daze,
And dreamscapes are just such fertile ground for misbehaving --
I don't need a new habit, a new obsession, a new craving.
Please keep your sweet butt in the manga.