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I love the sleepy afternoons, sometimes even days, when we just lie on our bed. Snuggled up like...well snuggle bugs. With out thick black fleecy, soft blanket wrapped round us both.

Sometimes we talk. About whatever is on our mind, some problem at work or whatever. Sometimes we talk. Mindless shit that means nothing to no one else, but everything to us. Like the zebra I dreamt about buying. You listened so intently when I told you.

It was so darn cute. And your giggle is cuter. And the blush is just plain sexy.

But mostly we just stare at each other. The silence isn't awkward. Its comforting, safe. And your eyes wash away any doubts of discomfort. I could loose myself a thousand times in your eyes...

And I love the more recent sleepy afternoons more because you're all mine. You were before. But now, Frankie Iero, you belong entirely to me. And we've got the rings to prove it.

So bring on those sleepy afternoons...