The time: 5 a.m.
The reasoning: I can't wait anymore
The subject: Asleep and dreaming
Woken up, my eyes still closed. The sky outside our bedroom is just about beginning to lighten. "Hmmmm?" I say, still trying to catch on to the last edges of my dream.
"Will you marry me?" he asks, and this is when I do open one eye and look at him and say, "Okay", feeling my heart speed up a little bit, although I'm still half asleep, still half-thinking this is a dream.
I wake up the next morning and walk over to him and say, "Did you propose to me last night?" He confirms it. We are engaged. The spur-of-the-moment thing means my ring is still on the internet (but I have seen it, and it is LOVELY. Just what I would've picked myself, which apparently I did, through a friend's sneaky machinations.)
And now, we flutter around in post engagement honeymoon (did you know that existed? It DOES!) and we are sickeningly soppy and mushy and can't keep our hands off each other and this is brilliant, this is my happily ever after, this is the man I want to (and will!) be with for the rest of my life.
Duuuuuuuuuuudes. I am a FIANCEE. Fucking hell. When did I get all grown up?