waffles and bacon

let's sleep in, she says,

yawning,

stretching her arms in bed,

hitting me

in the nose

with her hand.

oops, sorry.

let's not get up, but go back

to sleep.

it's rainy,

it's dark out and cold.

can we stay in bed all

day?

shhh, i tell her.

i was in the middle of something.

a dream.

go back to sleep,

quietly though, okay?

but if you get up.

do you mind making waffles?

and bacon?