On the Couch

I feel her hair gently tickling my face before I even open my eyes. Light strands of her beautiful brown hair across my cheeks, and forehead. I lean in forward slightly, nuzzling into Doe's hair, drawing a groggy grunt in response.

I open my eyes, my right arm wrapped around Doe as she had slept, in time to see her tilt her head backwards to look at me. "Mornin' John," she says, eyes still half closed.

"Hungover?" I ask, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"Ugh. Yeah," she groans, letting out a yawn and stretching her arms, adjusting her position so that her face rests against my chest, the warmth of our conjoined bodies in the cold morning feeling simply amazing.

"Weakling. I'm just fine," I lie, somewhat. My body feels somewhat tired, but otherwise I'm good to go.

"Shutup," Doe's mumbles into my chest, as she wriggles around a bit to get into a more comfortable lying position.

"Tired?" I ask, stroking my hand through her long brown hair.

"Mmhmm", she mumbles back.

Only now does it occur to me to check my watch. Its already almost 1 pm. I realize that I can hear footsteps above me. Looks like Will and the rest are now awake.

"Here, stay. I'll go check who's up," I tell Doe, maneuvering around her to get off the couch.

"Okay," she says, eyes still closed.