Snooze.

This morning, I was late to work.

My alarm clock went off, I hit snooze. My alarm clock went off, I hit snooze.

This happened 6 times.

This is not why I was late.

(See, I am well aware of my deep-seated issue with snoozing, so I always set my alarm a good 30 minutes before I actually intend to get up. Because I'm a sneaky chronologistic genius.)

No. Around the 6th time Blues came blaring out of my iPhone in a valiant attempt to end my slumber, I realized I really needed to get up if I was going to make it to work on time. I started to sit up.

And that's when it happened.

A strong, sexy arm suddenly slipped up and over my arm and wrapped around my waist, as I maneuvered just so - into the position we've discovered makes it so we fit perfectly.

Promptness be d*mned.

(Sorry Mom.)

I quickly reentered my dream world - which absolutely included that fine specimen lying next to me. Details of my dreamstate are personal and private and will not be shared here.

(But oh boy.)

Eventually, my eyes popped open again, and despite my speediest efforts, I was an hour late for work.

And you know what?

It's never been more worth it.

Welcome Home, Mr. Handsome.*

*Here's an example of how we fit together perfectly.
And of my atrocious self-portrait skills with my new iPhone.
Sorry I cut your head off, Honey.