"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?"
