Couch time. My favorite thing. I don't want raindrops on roses or whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles, warm woolen mittens and brown paper packages tied up with strings sound dull and lame. Couch time on the other hand is great. Doesn't matter whats on TV. Anything would do. Just so long as I have my man at my side.
The worst part is when he leaves. However, it shows how much I loved couch time. Cause I hate, hate, hate it when it ends. One hug, and he's gone. But! I get to smell like him for hours. He smells amazing. Falling asleep, smelling like my guy. Amazingness.
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