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Let's Cuddle All Day

The room was still dark when I woke up, but I know it's late in the day. It's Sunday. We have absolutely nowhere to go. Brendon's arm was dangling off my hip and his breath was on the back of my neck, I want to stay in this bed forever.

I played on my phone for about an hour until Brendon woke up and kissed the base of my neck.
     "Good morning," he mumbles sleepily.
     "It's ten to noon." I tell him.
     "Good afternoon then."
     "Are you busy today?" He stops and thinks for a moment.
     "I have to shovel but besides that nothing."
     "Good," I roll over to face him and kiss his cheek, "I don't want to leave this bed today." He smiled and stretches a bit,
     "Okay. I'm down."

We make out for a while, and it's nearly 12:30 when we're out of breath and I have to pee.
     "Hey!" Brendon yells at me when I stand,
     "What?"
     "No leaving this bed all day, we had a deal." He smiles stupidly and I keep walking.

By 2:00 he pulled out his laptop and began to work, I contemplated stealing his laptop and throwing it into the snow at times, but today is not that day.
     "Why do you have to work?" I whine.
     "Because there's a blizzard warning tomorrow and I might be able to call in."
     "Then why don't you do work tomorrow?"
     "Because we'll have this same conversation, 'Why are you working on a day off? Let's go ice skating blah blah blah.'" I pretend to be offended at his imitation but we both know it to be true.

At 4 he had enough of my complaining and put Netflix on his computer instead of work. Our usual dispute rose again when I wanted to watch Talladega Nights, and he wanted to watch How to Get Away with Murder. After a petty argument, we decided to watch both, we had no where to go.

At 10 we both were starving and went downstairs for the first time all day. I put the oven on and we settled on pizza, when the dough was set and everything was ready to go in the oven, Brendon threw me over his shoulder and onto the couch, quite literally knocking the air out of me in the process. He was laughing as I was gasping and told me,
     "We are going to cuddle all day, I swear on my life you get to stand up two more times today before I tie you down!" I lay on his chest while the pizza cooks and we talk about 'cats or dogs? Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla or kinky? Comedy or thriller? Truth or dare? Save me or 200000 babies from falling off a cliff?' So on and so forth.

I was in a fit by the time the pizza got done, tears were flowing out of my eyes nonstop because of how hard I was laughing. Brendon held his stomach and his face and said he couldn't breathe, and we both made our trip back to the bed before we couldn't stand up any longer 'without being tied down' so to speak.

We chatted until 1 in the morning and laughed so loudly I was convinced the police were gonna show up on my doorstep. We watched the millions of little snowflakes fall into our driveway while Brendon complained about shoveling; I falsely promised my help tomorrow.

At 3 in the morning we fell asleep. Brendon simply couldn't take it anymore. His stomach hurt from laughing because I responded to his every word with, "why?" He kissed me goodnight and rolled over to spoon me, and we fell deeply asleep the same way we woke up.