I sat on the end of the couch watching television with George. Or at least he was watching television. I couldn't stop admiring every little thing about him. The way his heavy eyes blink so slowly as he drifts off into a nap, the way he twitches in his sleep, and how when I move he sweetly tightens his grip on me. Every little thing he did endeared him to me. He's an easy man to admire.

I pulled my notebook from off of the floor and began to write a song about him. I myself am in a band, lesser known than The Beatles but a band nonetheless. I just wrote about his cute habits and many lyrics about those mystifying eyes of his. I let out a grunt as I struggled to think of the next line and accidentally awoke him.

"Sugar, what'dya doin?" He asked me sleepily.
"Inspiration struck and now its striking at a much less rapid rate." I replied with a roll of my eyes.
"Well, what 'ave you got so far? Maybe I can lend you my expertise." Even tired he was still quite the jokester.
I read it to him and he smirked at me.
"And who would that be about? Not another bloke I hope." He laughed and reached his arm out to put around me and I moved under it.
"Oh no it's definitely another guy!" I earned a small giggle from him and looked up. Our eyes met.
"Ya know, I can't think of another line but I'd love to inspire you in some other way possibly."
I smirked at him and kissed him slowly. He pulled away and said, "Are you aware of how much I love ya?"
"Oh for sure!" I joked cockily. He smiled and continued to kiss me.

-------------------------------------------------------THIS WAS KIND OF CRINGEY WOW I APOLOGIZE LMAO