thirteen

The bad thing about mornings is that (because Stuart and I spend most of the night sleeping unattached, only waking up briefly to re-blanket each other or grouse about our lack of blanket, depending on the mood) the first thing i do is snuggle into the crook of his arm and throw my leg over his, and that’s precisely the time of day when I can’t stay there for hours like I always want to because seriously (and you’ll have to believe me because I won’t let you try it, not for long anyway) it’s the most comfortable place in the history of ever.
But the best thing about nights is when we’re both really tired until we get into bed and then we somehow spend an hour laughing and talking and I usually try and do something crazy like lick my elbow and Stuart usually tries to blow a raspberry on my cheek, something he’s not very good at but it’s so charming when he tries anyway.
So it’s a trade-off.