I cannot hope to count the number of times I have walked through the sitting room to get breakfast, and found you sleeping in your armchair, still wearing clothing from the day before. I should begin telling you to go to bed the same time as I—which is quite late in its self—,but seeing you in something besides immaculate dress and a sober expression is something I would not readily give up. Besides, it is interesting to observe your mouth turned up at the corners. Why do you smile now of all times?
If ever asked; I do not watch the sun's steady creep through the window for the express purpose of seeing you in such a light.