6:00 AM
You’re not able to get up, but he’s an early riser, so his eyes are opened. He reaches right down to touch you, and when you respond with glad little whimpers such as you normally do, he initiates essentially the most gentle sex you’ve ever had. After it’s over, he gets ready for his day while you fall back asleep.
7:00 AM
You’re fast asleep again. You don’t feel it, but he occasionally walks in to press his lips against your brow. He hopes you get up soon, so he has someone to discuss with, but he’s not selfish enough to disturb you when he knows you wish your rest.
8:00 AM
You finally get up. It’s still early, in response to you, but you may hear him in the opposite room and because you hate being a mere ten feet away from him, you stand up and dress. Why postpone staring your day when you already know you’re going to have a great one?
9:00 AM
He offers to make you breakfast, but you decline. You don’t intend to make him do any work on the weekend, so that you each accept eating cereal. In between bites, you tell him concerning the zombie apocalypse nightmare you had and he tells you concerning the bizarre sex dream he had.
10:00 AM
You’re wide awake by now, but you’re not likely within the mood to maneuver, so you switch on the tv. It’s too early to seek out anything value watching, so you may have to choose from being sickened by the news or switching to Netflix and trying to find a brand new show. You select Netflix.
11:00 AM
You’ve been watching old episodes of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia for some time now, but it surely’s still technically morning, so you choose to maintain watching until noon. After all, you’ve been resting your head in your boyfriend’s lap, and it’s too cozy so that you can even take into consideration moving.
12:00 PM
It’s time so that you can eat lunch, but as soon as you open up the fridge, you realize that grocery shopping is long overdo. You create whatever you may out of the random assortment of food you may have left, after which write out a grocery list when you each chow down.
1:00 PM
You go to the supermarket, list in hand. You’ve all the time hated food shopping, but for some strange reason, it’s actually entertaining whenever you two go together. He holds your hand as you walk around, and also you imagine that everybody you pass is enthusiastic about what a cute couple you’re. Whenever you pass an elderly couple, you’ll say the identical thing about them, and also you’ll wonder in case you’ll look that glad in fifty years. You hope so.
2:00 PM
You’re back at home, putting the food away in the cupboards. It’s an easy job, but it surely takes some time, because your boyfriend keeps pausing to hug you from behind and kiss your neck. Pretty soon, you’re doing something inappropriate on top of the kitchen counter. It’s a great thing you remembered to select up cleaner, because you’re going to want it later.
3:00 PM
Your best friend texts you, asking if you wish to exit drinking later that night. You tell your boyfriend about it, and although you agree that you just’d fairly stay in and loosen up, you don’t need to be the couple who isolates themselves, so that you accept the invitation.
4:00 PM
You need to eat an actual dinner, because you already know you’ll be stuck munching on greasy bar food later, so you switch on the oven. You don’t mind cooking, because every time you make a meal, your boyfriend does the washing up, and vice versa. It’s a great system. You do an equal amount of home tasks, so that you never feel overworked or unappreciated.
5:00 PM
Dinner is prepared. You eat together at an actual table with the TV off, so you may have the chance to speak concerning the work week. You fill him in about every thing that’s happened to you, and also you wait for him to do the identical. There are not any secrets between you. None in any respect.
6:00 PM
You meet a bunch of your pals on the bar. They all have exciting stories about their single life, but your whole stories are about your blissfully boring boyfriend. They feel bad for you, but you’re feeling bad for them.
7:00 PM
Your best friend drags you over to the dance floor while your boyfriend sits by the most important screen within the bar with a bunch of men he met through you. Neither of you mind being separated. You don’t need to be together continuously with a purpose to have a great time.
8:00 pm
You’re tipsy, so your boyfriend looks even sexier than he normally does. You can’t wait to get him home alone. When nobody else is looking, you kiss him passionately and tell him what you may have in store for him in a while.
9:00 PM
You’re pretty drunk by now. Your friends are urging you to do one other shot, but your boyfriend thinks it will be best so that you can call it an evening, because he cares more about your health than about having fun. You know he’s right.
10:00 PM
You make up an excuse about work, so that you two can head home. Your friends think you’re leaving way too early, but you think that you’ve stayed way too late. After all, you wish to have enough time to loosen up on the couch along with your boyfriend before you go to bed.
11:00 PM
By the time you truly make it to your couch, your clothes are off. There was one too repeatedly throughout the night whenever you desired to climb on top of your boyfriend, but couldn’t, and the anticipation got the perfect of you. You is likely to be slightly sloppy from the alcohol, but you two fit together so well that it doesn’t matter. Each smooch continues to be amazing.
12:00 AM
After wiping off your makeup and slipping into your pajamas, you go to sleep in bed along with your head on his chest. You feel protected. You feel comfortable. You feel such as you’re right where you were all the time meant to be.
