Ain't Bigger Than A Chicken Bone

He cocked his head, puzzled. "Last night? Don't be sorry at all. If anything, I'm sorry you had a bad dream. This is just me every morning." He scrubbed his face. "Me and mornings don't really see eye to eye. Did you manage to take even a little nap more? You should have slept at least a little more." She voiced her dissent immediately and he sighed. He really didn't feel like arguing first thing in an already crappy morning. Although her just being there made it slightly better. More than slightly. He lay back on the bed and put his head on her thigh. "Are you hungry yet? You could always take another shower. I'm not thinking too clearly yet."