Sleepy.

You stay up for another hour or so before you decide to hit the hay. You aren't sleeping on this goddamn couch though. No way. You hate this couch. You only sit on it to watch TV. That couch is your bitch.

You hit up the washroom, and head back to the bedroom and open the door really slowly. You hear her quiet breathing, she must be already asleep. You keep the light off, and feel your way over to your bed, and slide under the covers as quietly as you can. It seems to be just raining a little outside.

You lie there for a couple minutes, but you're terribly uncomfortable. You decided to keep your clothes on, simply as a type of courtesy towards your guest. After all, she's still wearing everything she had on. But you can't sleep in jeans. You've never done it before, except for the times when you get a little drunk at a friend's party, and can't get home.

Anyways, the jeans have to come off. You remove them under your covers and toss them to the floor. You rest your head on your pillow and close your eyes.