Small World

Cartoons and Breakfast in BED

Bacon, almost everyone loves it, and I woke up to the delicious smell. Stretching I realize I'm not on the couch. At some point during the night B must have carried me to his room.

By the look of the bed one thing is evident; I'm a bed hog. But man did I sleep good.

Slipping out of the covers it dawns on me I'm not in my cloths. Well, I have on my socks and panties but this shirt is definitely Bs and smells just like him. Correction, use to belong to B. I might just have to keep this.

Looking around I finally see my pants and bra in a neat pile on top my suitcase. After I put on a tank top and some pj pants I packed I decide to stash his shirt in the bottom of my suitcase. Here's hoping he doesn't notice it missing.

Morning sleepy head I hear B say as he sits a breakfast tray on the dresser. Now how are we supposed to watch cartoons and have breakfast in bed if you've already made up the bed? I shrug my shoulders, pull the covers back, and hop in.

So what are we watching? I ask swiping a piece of bacon from Bs plate. Crunchy my fave I tell him taking a drink of my oj. Girl you bess be thanking the good lord I like you B tells me turning on cartoon network.

Two episodes of loony toons and a stack of pancakes later I was stuffed to the gills. B paused the tv, put our trays on the dresser and looked around the room like he had lost something. What ya lookin for B ? I asked half yawning. What did you do with my Harley shirt little ms? He asks me with an accusing stare. And Pick those words wisely before you answer. I frown in defeat. Its in the bottom of my big suitcase. I was hoping you didn't notice.

Good he says stretching back out on his side of the bed. After leaving me with a confused look for a few seconds he Finnishes his comment. I was just making sure you didn't forget it. He says pulling me close to his side and nuzzling his head in the grove of my neck and shoulder. I can't help but feel my stomach turn to knots as he lays his head half on my shoulder and half on my chest.

Turn the tv off darlin he mumbles at me. Its nap time. All that cooking wore me out. Plus it's my turn to use you as a pillow and have more than a quarter of my bed. I laugh and do what he asks.
When I turn back to my original spot he has a serious look. I got a serious question Little Bit. He says playing with a strand of my hair. Ok well I can't answer until you ask I tell him. He smirks at me. How in the world does someone so dang small take up so much room ? He asks with a grin.
Honestly B I have no clue but how are we suppose to nap if you keep asking questions? I ask trying to situate my pillows.

That's a good point. If you're done beating that's poor pillow half to death we can nap. He says with a chuckle.

Less than two minutes later B is asleep with his head on my shoulder, one arm under my pillows, and the other wrapped around my waste. There's no way in hell I'm going back to Ohio at the end of the week I think to my self before I drift off.