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When I was younger, I used to get nervous when I washed my face at night that someone would sneak in and attack me while I was vulnerable, eyes closed and soapy. I also have REALLY horrible vision, so even if I did get my eyes open, I couldn't see much. I used to kinda position my bent over body away from the door to help protect myself from these imaginary sneak attacks.
Alright, so I don't really worry about this anymore... but it was a long time fear.
Last night, the contacts were out, and I was scrubbing and rinsing off my makeup when something hit me right in the face. Hard. It sorts of slapped the left side of my face and ricocheted off. It hurt... but more than that it was the total surprise of getting slapped in the face in my vulnerable moment.
I was not happy.
And there could only be one culprit.
"What was that?! Was that Lu's ball?!"
"Why did you do that?! That's mean!"
"I didn't mean to do it."
"What were you doing?"
...Well, what he was doing was kicking the ball around, drunk on the World Cup. He is quite the soccer star. He was delivering a neat and very accurate pass to my feet. Apparently.
Not pleased. Not pleased for a long time.