Would you come over?
It’s Saturday morning. We wake up around 9am, feeling sleep deprived; after all, we were up taking til nearly 4 in the morning catching up and reminiscing on the last serval years of our friendship.
We realize we’ve got a slight hangover and the sun is shining brightly. Were it not for the daylight and the headache we probably would have fallen back asleep. After fully committing to raising my body off of the couch, I stumble into my kitchen and start the coffee. You turn on some old cartoons for us, and I bring you coffee in the mug I know is your favorite (that one with the bear in an apron on it).
Still a little too tired to fire up our brains, we sip our coffee and watch Tom and Jerry without exchanging but a handful of words and a couple of laughs at particularly choice scenes.
The coffee does little to fight the exhaustion, and about 30 minutes in we both fall back asleep. Time passes, I’m not quite sure how much, and I wake up to the tv still softly playing the musical sound effects that accompany the animations.
You’re still asleep, but I’m craving cereal and I suspect you are too so I’m off to the store down the street. I return having also purchased ingredients for breakfast burritos (those will be our lunch… at around 3pm).
so what do you think, would we be friends?
til next time ily