Slowly, drifting off into the quiet comfort of slumber.
Yet my brains extremely active within itself, discomfort rises as the minutes grow larger, the hours grow shorter.
Azzie: a inch from Dad's nose as he's sleeping,
Boop.... Rooorooo.
Me: your a weirdo as mfer sometimes you doofy dog.
Proceeds to flop his whole body onto mine, HIĀ”!Ā”!Ā”!









