gold drops

Tonight, something relatively ironic happened.

While spending a few late night hours at Kyleman's, I ended up almost passing out on his ridiculously soft blankets while spooning with two of his adorably adorable cats [and before being wounded by one when they were both startled to death and I screamed] because I in a blink I was ridiculously tired. Kyle, of course, starts trying to wake me up so I can drive home safely, almost deciding on me staying over since it is apparently "[I] would be too groggy. [Kyle] know[s] how [I] get once [I'm] tired. Lol it's hard to get [me] up" (S., Kyle, Text Message One Million and Eight).

But no! I persist and semi-wake up since I don't feel like calling my mother and come home. Come home to both my mother and my stepfather aside, quite preciously, sprawled out on the sectional with their heads touching and my dog wagging her tail.

I giggled and took a picture.