I sit curled on the couch with my Tinkerbelle blanket (don't laugh at me, Internet, I know you heart Tinkerbelle too) draped across my lap. I am reading Loose Girl: a memoir of promiscuity.
It is 2am, and I can't stop reading.
My kitten burrows under the blanket and presses himself as close to me as he can get. I pet him, because I don't know what else to do.
We're comfortable, reading our book under a warm blanket and drinking frosty cold Mtn Dew. We wish we were in bed with Mr. J.
We're not ready to put the book away yet though, so Mr. J will have to wait.