It's March First
Natalie is awoken by Henry shaking her and yelling "Natalie!"
"What the…Henry, do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Do you have any idea what day it is?"
"Don't know, don't care." She tries to roll over and go back to sleep, but Henry won't let her.
"It just so happens to be March first."
"Of course," Natalie mumbles. "March first. I'm so glad you woke me up at 12:05 am to tell me this."
"But we have to dance!" Henry insists. He grabs her hand, pulls her out of bed.
Even half-asleep, her eyes automatically go to the mirror. She tries to pretend she doesn't care, but ends up groaning, "My hair's a mess" as she attempts to tame it.
"Don't worry about it," Henry says gently. "You already look beautiful."
Natalie wraps her arms around Henry's neck. "You're lucky I'm still mostly asleep, or I'd never let you get away with saying that."
He half-smiles. "I know. Now, can we dance already?"
"Fine." Sometimes just agreeing with him is easier than arguing.
Henry presses 'play' on Natalie's iHome, and the song "Fall for You" fills the room.
As they twirl around, Henry says, "I can't believe you actually have this song on your iPod."
"Only because it's our first dance song."
"Right...whatever you say."
A few moments of silence, then Natalie asks, "Henry, why do you insist on doing this?"
"Because I know you secretly like it."
She'll never admit it, but he's right.