Rousing in the night

At some point in the night, possibly near sunrise, I wake enough to open my eyes, momentarily disoriented at my surroundings. Somehow we have shifted a bit since I fell asleep. I stare into the shadowy shapes to figure out where we are. The top of my head is touching the couch’s armrest, but my torso bends to the side enough that my legs are off the couch, bent at the knees with my feet on the floor. Mindy is curled up and laying on me, with her legs tucked against the other armrest. Her arm is around my thighs and her head is resting on the center of my rising and falling chest. The blanket is tangled around her bare legs across my knees. I am a little uncomfortable. I must have been in this position for some time now. I slowly realize that I feel the movement of air across my cock. I squint and strain my neck higher to see better. I realize my loose shorts have bunched up near my hips, leaving an easy way out for the monster. And, like every time I wake up in the night, he is standing tall.

"Shit," I murmur, not actually intending to say anything. The sound of my voice causes Mindy to shift her head slightly, either getting more comfortable, or starting to wake up. My breathing becomes irregular, the broken pattern of rising and falling also causing Mindy to stir, shifting her shoulder next to my hip. She could open her eyes any second.