This is highly unusual, as she sleeps like a hibernating bear, and is almost never awake before me. I can only think of two or three occurrences in our entire relationship.
Anyway, she wasn't in the room, so I stretched, rolled around (looking for my phone to check the time--and decide if I would get out of bed...or linger). About the time I found the phone and concluded it wasn't "daylight" enough to get out of bed on a Saturday, The GF arrived with a breakfast tray containing all her specialties: cheese omlettes, toast with cream cheese and strawberries, perfectly flavored coffee...mmm. (Now I'm hungry. Great.)
We eat. We laugh. She gives me one of her long, meaningful looks (that I am obviously NOT getting the meaning of...) and finally laughs and says, "This is worse than the washer thing."
(Of course, most of you readers have no idea what that means--don't worry, I'll tell you soon.)
I, of course, am still oblivious as to what she's laughing about--but thankfully, she didn't leave me hanging too long.
"Look at your left hand," dream-GF says. I do, and wouldn't you know--The Ring was on my finger. And then dream-GF got down on one knee and proposed. (Of course dream-me said yes.)
And then I woke up.
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A few days later, when real life-GF was sleeping like a hibernating bear (like she's supposed to!) I slipped The Ring on her finger...and went on to work. I called her around lunch time, as usual. She didn't say anything about having The Ring.
A few hours later, I called her again during my afternoon break. She STILL didn't mention it. So, being an Aries woman, and therefore the most impatient person on the planet, I asked her if she'd noticed anything different about her hand.
And she freaked out. Not as romantic as the breakfast in bed on a lazy morning--so I'm not counting it as official. I am, however, using it as proof that she's just as oblivious as I am.