Not All Seals Balance Balls on Their Noses

Sam leans back as he watches her apply her makeup and hair spray and he wonders who’s had the pleasure of watching this woman work her magic on herself. He figures not that many but watching her work her magic something comes to mind.

“You don’t seem like a Clementine to me. That seems, like a name best left for southern belles from Georgia, Mississippi and Alabama.”

He has to laugh at the look she gives him. It really said every ting she was thinking without words.

“Don’t be like that Doll, it’s more like you should be an Elsa or something I think it goes back to that stupid song.”

To prove he means no hard feelings he opens his arms to her and grins when he soon has armful of his Babydoll.

Sam smiles as he wakes up beside Clem, taking a moment to watch her sleep as he reflects over the past twenty-four hours. There was a lot to go over. She slept relaxed as if she didn’t have a care in the world and that amused him. He was sure she was more complex then she let on and that was something he wasn’t sure how he felt about just yet.

Maybe he could take time and sneak in to the bar and see if that would solve something give him self time to think it over and work it out and decide what is really needed to do, or he can just sit back and enjoy the ride and let is go where it goes. Ending where it may.

    This is not getting anything done so he gets up sliding on some clothes going back to the bar to get the food coming back arranging it on the tray he found in the room he sets it on the bed including an orchid in a vase on the tray he leans down and kisses her lips slowly.

“Wake up Sleeping Beauty.”