Thank goodness it's warm in here, but, unfortunately, I can only breathe through one nostril. It's comfy and cozy, and I've settled in to get some extra sleep after my late night return home. What woke me?
As I crack my eyes open a bit, sunlight creeps from behind the translucent curtains, letting me know it's morning. Why don't we get some blinds or those blackout curtains? I close my eyes against the light and let out a deep breath, trying to sink back into a slumber.
"I made you some coffee," my husband whispers from behind me, but I don't answer. I don't want coffee...I want sleep. He kisses the back of my head, gets up, and leaves past the foot of the bed, presumably to the kitchen for the coffee.
With his pillow free, I grab it and smash it over my head with just my mouth and nose peeking out for fresh air. I am determined to sleep more. Deep breath in...and release it...