Kurt was lying next to me on the bed. I was busy typing super-important stuff on the laptop (What? Twitter is important. Kind of).
Kurt hadn't showered in a few days, and I wasn't letting him under the covers until he got that under control.
I sat through a few minutes of "why is your love so conditional?" and "I would love you even if you never showered!" (a safe claim on his part. I am very attached to my showers.)
In defiance, he curled up next to me, and slowly worked his way into a clingy cuddle.
Then he fell asleep.
So I turned on Pandora.
He put a pillow over his face.
...which I leaned on.
He decided suffocating wasn't as comfortable as putting his face in my armpit. You know, to block out the light.
I thought that was punishment enough.
20 minutes (and 2 facebook updates) later, he snored so loud, he startled himself awake.
Sleepily, he turned his face to the light, and gasped in pain.
"Why is it so bright out here???"
"It's darker in my armpit" I offered.
"Yeah," he muttered sleepily. "I think your armpit wins this battle."
Then he stuck his face back in. And fell asleep again.
And that's where we are right now. He is right there, snoring away in my armpit.
Maybe I should break out the cheese whiz...