My happiness.

My neck hurts from sitting on the couch instead of the usual computer chair while using the computer. I should really switch chairs.

But he's sleeping on the couch behind me with one arm draped across my lap.


My right hand is tired from typing with one hand.

But I can't take the left one off his.


My ears hurt from listening to sappy music and everyone knows I'm overly particular when it comes to good music.

But he happens to like songs as such, hence I can't bring myself to turn off Jackie Chan and Kim's Endless Love.


My left thigh and calf is sore because his arm is a little heavier than I'm comfortable with.

But I'm not moving a muscle because I have never felt more at home.


It's a funny feeling, where an enormous weight has been lifted yet the calm feels thick and the glow falls dense.