"James. James. James? James!"
James stirred from his dream and stretched his arms out wide like a cat. He blinked twice before addressing her.
"Yes, Karen?"
"You're sleeping again."
"Correction: was sleeping."
"Ugh. Whatever. I told you not to take a nap; we have too many things to do today," she said.
"What could we possibly have to do today that's so important I can't sleep for an hour?"
"For starters, my parents are coming over for dinner tonight and we haven't even cleaned up the house yet."
James scanned the living room. Perfect. Every table in it's nook, every pillow on its couch. Even by higher standards this house would be considered nothing short of divine. And to top it off a shaft of light was coming in from the eastern window and you could see all the fuzzies dancing in the sun.
"The house looks fine, honey. Just relax. Besides, your parents have been here a hundred times and no matter what you do your mom is still going to think we should've bought a bigger house," he said. "You know, for all those grandchildren she wants."
"Don't remind me," she said. Karen brushed some hair out of her face and plopped down on the couch next to James. "You're right. We should just sleep here all day."
"Yeah?"
Karen frowned and ran her fingers through his hair.
"No," she said. "Now get up."
Karen stood up from the couch and made her way into the kitchen. James slowly rose from his spot and popped his neck. "How long do you think they'll stay this time?" he said.
"A couple hours at most," she said from the other room.
"A couple of hours? So I should make up the guest room, then?"
Karen peeked her head from around the corner: "Yes."
"Yep," James said. "Yep, yep."
