Coffy appears in the doorway, armed with coffee.
She sits on the edge of the bed, placing her full mugs far out of reach of waking-up legs.
She strokes the Boy's hair gently.
Me: "Wake up, Boy."
First effort elicits no response from the sleeping lug.
Coffy plants a kiss on the side of the Boy's neck.
Me: "Made you coffee."
Boy rolls in Coffy's general direction.
Boy: MMmmmmrrrrrphhhh.....
Boy smiles, eyes still closed, and turns over.
Boy: MMummph...gurgle.
Coffy rub's Boy's shoulders encouragingly.
Me: C'mon now, I have to go to work really soon. And if you don't get up now you'll still be here when I get back tonight.
Boy (faint, high-pitched): Nnnnnn....'kay.
Me: I think we almost achieved a word just then!
Coffy believes she has made progress.....no! no wait! The Boy's arm is sneaking up behind her no! Mayday! Mayday! We have a woman down!
Boy growls
Me: Hmmm....shit, now we'll never get up.
Boy (making short work of Coffy's clothes): Unh-unh.