It's late and I have an empty spot next to me in my bed. I have things I need to get done in the morning but I'd rather you be here when I wake up while we waste the day away doing absolutely nothing.
It's okay if you move around a lot and make noise while you stir in the early morning. It'll remind me that you're still there, here, wanting to be close to me even though you felt like you've been hit by a bus and your late night shift at work doesn't look at all appealing.
The weekends are when I will love you the best.
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