(Disclaimer: The show, these people – not mine. They all belong to a bunch of very brilliant, very rich people – and I'm not one of 'em. But if these important folks ever get tired of Munch, I'll take him.)

"John?" She mumbles my name and makes the effort to lift her head ever so slightly to look at me.

"You finally decided to wake up," I comment, dryly. "Watching you sleep is not all that interesting, you know."

She rolls her eyes at me and shifts herself into a better position, sprawled on top of me. Her excuse is that there's not enough room on the couch for the two of us, but I doubt that, now.

"Is it still snowing?" She asks, her head resting on my chest.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I was thinking – nobody's gonna be out in this tonight," she says, softly. "No one goes out in a storm like this. Maybe if they stay in, we can, for once."

"Yeah. Maybe." I let one arm slide around her, loosely. It was snowing when we got up this morning. And I don't think it's stopped. All she had to say was she was glad it happened to be a Saturday. And after we had a short breakfast, she went to sleep.

"But why should we have to wait until tonight?" She raises an eyebrow and I look at her.

"You make me watch you sleep for a couple of hours – and I couldn't move without waking you. And now you're going to bother the hell out of me, aren't you?"