okay
It's 10:30, and we're still in our pajamas. But it's okay, because it's Saturday, and it's a lazy-feeling day. There will be work to do later--work that should be done during the work week, saving this day for lazing. But there will be work, so for now, we're enjoying idleness.
He's playing video games. I'm writing. We're both content, in our own little ways. Our bodies are touching, but our minds are far from each other. But that's okay, too. He sticks out his tongue as he plays. He always does that when he's concentrating. His team is winning. It's a good thing, really, because he gets a little crabby when he's losing, and I'm kind of cozy at the moment.
It's freezing in here. He refuses to turn on the heat. I'm wearing socks and long sleeves, and he's sitting on the opposite end of the couch in shorts. But our legs are touching, and our feet are sharing a blanket, so I guess that's okay, too.
Soon enough he'll get up and ask what I want for lunch. That will signal the end of the lazy morning and the beginning of the real day. But for now, everything's okay.
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