Waking up, to find you, not in bed, I searched the house, to then walk into, the living room, I find you, sprawled out, in your pink tanktop, with unicorn pajama bottoms, laying on your stomach, here on the carpet, before the fireplace, which crackles and snaps, with an occasional, popping, as you, are being warmed, on this thunderous, gloomy, rainy sunday morning, as the comics, are all spread out, as you laugh, from one strip, going then, to another, as some are, way more funnier, than others, but your legs, always show, your playfulness and excitement, as you have them, bending back, at the...