I woke up on Michael's chest the next morning, still deliriously intoxicated from the fantastic reunion we had just had. It was the kind of wake up where you still felt groggy, and blinking your eyes didn't help remove the sleep from them. I thought about laying there for a while longer, just enjoying how it felt to be next to him, but my stomach and bladder demanded otherwise. Gently trying to push back from the couch and not wake him, I accidentally rolled into the floor, landing with a loud thud.
He stirred ever so slightly on the cushions, his eyes never fully opening.
Sighing with relief, I trotted to the guest bathroom that was in the hallway, in amazement at how cold the floors were. After finishing in the bathroom, I walked to the closest window in the hallway, ready to see
