plushsuit partner holding you so tight and warm in the morning when you're supposed to get up. five more minutes, she says. you have to get up, you've got things to do, but she's just not listening...
she's hugging you so soft, so close. big stuffed arms wrapped all around you, squeezing you tighter the more you move. five more minutes, she says. you try to turn around, to look her in the eyes, clear your throat, make her listen to you. you're met with a faceful of pillowy breasts.
five more minutes, she coos, stroking your head, pushing you in. you try to pull back, to look up at her, but her plushy boobs squeeze your head so tight, so warm, so soft... you have to breathe in, and she smells so good... you thought you were awake, but it just makes you sleepy all over again...
she hugs you tighter, closing her eyes again. you keep breathing, keep sinking. maybe... five more minutes is okay... if you just... settle in...
she keeps you there, safe and comfortable, all day long. somehow, some way, you're convinced it's worth it.
