How I Nap

I woke up confused and disoriented on the bed and feeling terrible for drifting away before you arrived. I jumped a bit and said, "oh, hi." You laugh your fucking gorgeous laugh and sit on the bed while replying. I'm still squirming around because I'm at such a loss for how to act other than extremely groggy. I sing the morning song, groans and sighs and all, while stretching to sit up with you.

"So, tell me about painting."

"It was the most surreal thing that could have happened today. Today was just completely surreal. I spent the day painting a garage which is weird enough, I smoked with someone who has known me since I was a literal child, I bought from the same person, and then I drove all

around town with my brother."
"Haha today I spent 4 hours passing out coupons in a neighborhood."

"4 hours? That's terrible."

"Yea. So, what's new with you?"

"Nothing at all really."

At this point I'm laying back down, leaning on your shoulder, and dosing away. I want you to join me so I decide not to prop my neck up. I sit up for a moment though, and pull the blanket over myself. When I lay back down my pillow has been stolen and I'm forced to lay closer to you. [score, great success!]

I'm on the verge of deep sleep, I'm literally on the edge, but I'd like to listen to you more. You tell me about a Title Fight show from a few nights ago,

"So, that show the other night was crazy. Title Fight just played through the body guards getting punched."

"Wow that sounds crazy. I thought about going to it but it sounds like a good thing that I didn't."

"Yeah, it was insane."

Falling asleep to you running your hands through my hair is all I need. I am exhausted. I am tore down. Somehow we spend the next couple of hours only briefly waking up for kisses and to make sure we are holding hands. The groggy sound of our voices, the necessary clearing of ones throat, the stretching groans, and the soft snoring is a symphony. If only I could write music.

"What time is it?"

"mmm...i don't know...?" A soft rumble comes from my belly and I'm wondering if Katey has found us or if she's even made it home yet. I grab my cell phone and check, 830pm.

"How are we trying to nap at 8:00?"

"haha, shit I don't know." I sit up and turn the light on.

"What should we do tonight?"

"Hmmm..."

Katey walks in the door, "Yooooooooo."

She grabs a gb, I get comfortable on the futon laying in the middle of our floor, you wrap yourself like a mummy in my sheets, and my nap is over.