Yet another sleepless night

"Markus, can we watch a movie tonight?"

Jennifer's eyes, big as bowling balls, looked upon me whilst she's getting into begging position. "Again? Do you at least know what you want to watch?", I asked in disbelief. "Does it matter?", she countered, for even you, dear reader, should know that that's not even close to what she's actually after.

So we made our way into the living room, got a bowl of crisps between us and look upon each other, waiting for the demand to come. As unbelievable as it may be, the "cuddle me" took hours to finally come over her lips, at the third movie and fifth bag of crisps. Acknowledging the end of bagged potato slices, we looked down at the remains, neither of us reaching out to what seemed to be the last handful of crisps of the evening - which became 9 o clock in the morning.

"I'm tired.", she finally admitted before curling up and somehow pushing herself further against me - "When do you need to go?". Having fallen asleep, nothing but the ticking of the clock served as an answer whilst she summed herself to sleep.

With around 3.5 hours of sleep to go, she knew that her day, at the very least, would be far from easy to survive.