After I leave the bathroom I slip into my favorite attire, my old worn out sweatpants, my Batman T-shirt, along with a pair of socks a few sizes too big that always make me feel comfy and snug. I make my way towards my couch and settle in with a blanket and pillow right in front of the TV. I get in the prime TV watching position but something is missing. The damn remote. I spot the device on the far edge of the coffee table and I face a difficult decision. I either have to get up to go get it which means losing this once in a life time comfortable spot or I can reach for the remote and risk falling on my face. I look down and realize I can't risk this spot, I'll never be able to get back exactly like this. I began my mission and lean toward the table and off the couch. I lean farther and farther until only my lower half is resting on the couch, I consider turning back but my prize is so close I can almost taste it. Just a little more…almost there… I begin to feel the couch cushions lifting up under me and before I can catch myself I feel my body, along with my blanket and couch cushions succumb to gravity. I sigh into the carpet and curse the remote that fell next to my face as I finally gotten my hand on it. I turn my head and look up to the couch. In my current state it looks as tall as Everest and definitely not worth the effort. I turn to the TV and maneuver myself a bit to the point where I am able to see the screen from a different and somewhat strange angle. I once again get cuddled up into my blanket and switch on the TV. I flip the channels but can't find anything good on. The sound of the ever-changing channels however seem to have a calming effect on my because I can feel my eyes start to drift shut.
I wake to the sound of a loud banging at my door. I jump up forgetting where I am and hit my already injured head on the table above me. "MOTHER FU- Ahh" I roll out from under the table and the banging starts up again. "Remy open the door. Are you ok?" I shoot up ignoring the throbbing in my head and rush to the door at the sound of Allison's voice. I yank the door open and am greeted by a worried but confused Allison. I clear my throat before trying to speak. "Uh hi." "Are you alright? I heard you yelling." "I'm fine I just hit my head." "On what Remy? You really need to be more careful." "On my coffee table." I mumble my reply and look away feeling the blush come across my face. "How did you manage that?" "I was sleeping on the floor under it." "Why? What's wrong with your bed or couch for that matter?" "I was on the couch but I fell off." "How?" "I was reaching for the remote." "But" "It doesn't matter. What are doing here?" Now it's Allison's turn to be shy as she looks down. "I wanted to see you and make sure you were okay. Cuddy told me you were sent home and I was worried." "Oh." I can't help but smile. I take a step back and open the door a bit more. "Want to come in?" Allison looks up and smiles back at me. "I'd love to."