Attack of the Comforter/Duvet/Whatever

Last night I attempted to clean my bedroom. Even I could not deny that it had passed the border from cluttered to disgusting. (Plus, a very cute pair of blue underwear was not in any of its usual hiding places).

Ex-Boyfriend tried to help by making suggestions that, while good ones, were not exactly short term. Such as "Why don't you get a bookcase? Then it wouldn't look so messy."

Or "Maybe if you added more shelf space in your closet, your clothes wouldn't end up on the floor."

After a few of these gems I told him to shut up and get out of my way. He apparently heard "Get in my bed and stare at me creepily," as that's what he did.

I tolerated this for a minute or so.

"Oh my God. Can you stop watching me?"

Ex-Boyfriend responded by ducking his head under my comforter/duvet/whatever. There was silence for a moment.

Then a sort of shuffling motion began from under the comforter/duvet/whatever. Then it stopped, soon followed by an aggressive flailing. Then a pause. Then sudden panicked movements began. I giggled.

I have a comforter/duvet/whatever with a cover that buttons on the side. Not zips, or snaps, but daintily buttons. This means that it often partially unbuttons and one wakes up to find a leg trapped in the bedding.

Of course Ex-Boyfriend does not do things half-way and so accordingly trapped his entire body.

"CB! CB! I, what is, oh my God!" I was too busy laughing to respond. With his body entirely inside the cover Ex-Boyfriend managed to poke his head out between two of the buttons.

"What is going on?!"

"I don't know, this never happens to me." I grabbed my camera and took a picture while he breathed heavily and gathered his determination.

"Okay," he said "I'm going back in." A few more frantic flailings later and Ex-Boyfriend emerged, unscathed, from the terrors of my bed.

It is a testimony to my strange tastes that I thought this was the most endearing thing in the world.