It's 11:07 am. I wake up to a knock on the front door. I’m in sweatpants and my hair is piled up in a messy bun. Last night’s makeup still on my face, I trudge along to the door. My house is overall silent, except for the constant click of my dog’s nails on laminate flooring. I unlock the door and swing it open, but I was immediately blinded by the sun. I saw your silhouette. Tall, fit, you stood in my door way, holding a shopping bag. “Hey gorgeous,” you say as you kiss my forehead. I grin and let you inside. We go down stairs, and sit on the futon in my ccld basement. You toss a remote at me as you open the bag. The Mario Kart theme song blares as you pull out the contents. Placing a container of McDonald’s chicken nuggets and a jug of iced tea on the bed in front of us, you pulled me closer to you and wrapped the blanket around us. Tangled in your arms, I fell for you.