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"Petey...." A sweet tender voice came in through his ear and out through the other. Peter was out, he was sleeping like a log. "Petey Paray..." The woman's sweet voice became just a bit louder, she realized Peter was fast asleep. Peter shook his head, his eyelids did not even move. "Peter" the voice became more stern, but still melancholy, still relaxed, Peter lifted his eyelids just enough to see a blurry image of a tan, dark haired woman, he tried to open his eyes, but the lids were to heavy, he closed them back up. "Peter! Wake up, silly!" The woman said very playfully, with a tad of annoyance. Peter was a heavy sleeper, and getting out of bed he was even heavier.. His body was completely out of his minds control and no matter how hard he tried to tell himself to get up, he never did. "Peter, you lazy fucking bum, it's 3 in the afternoon, get your ass up!!" The woman's voice still sounded sweet, still innocent, still patient, she loved Peter, but Peter loved his bed. Peter took control of his eyes, he opened them up and smiled at the woman, she was so loving, so caring, and she smiled right back. "You've gotta get up petey, it's late! " knowing Peter well enough, she left him to be, he knew his responsibilities... 10 minutes later, Peter finally found the strength to roll out of his bed, onto his feet. He changed into his shorts, then his shirt, and walked into the kitchen. She was waiting for him, a cup of tea, still steaming, the vapor was rising "the sandwich will be right out" she told him, as if it had some kind of special ingredient other then ham, cheese and bread... Peter flipped on to the news, and ate his sandwich, as he finished he chugged his tea down (it had already cooled completely) kissed the woman, and ran out the door to his car