On happy times

Sleeping in until 2 p.m. after a night of walks, talks and a bit more beer drinking than I was initially anticipating was absolutely glorious. Even more so when the act of sleeping in was done with something warm and soft that said "No, no, no, where are you going?" sleepily when I tried sneaking up to go to the bathroom.

I know it hasn't been long at all, but I feel like I'm falling.