Homeless Part 2/ The Sunday Morning Theory

So this was going to be 2 different blogs, but the more I thought about it, the more they should be combined.
(This may get a little sappy, just saying)

My friends tease me about my 4am move (that is its own blog), but there are the occasions that I allow a Sunday Morning. You have to be careful when pulling a Sunday Morning, it can be deadly. Sunday Mornings are when you have the very real possibility of the dreaded "feelings" rear their ugly head.
Sunday Morning is when you fall in love, even if its just until you get out of bed.
I'm not talking about doing the nasty... although that's usually pretty good too.
I'm talking about the snuggling and the lazing around until noon and joking around with each other....
I gotta say of all the boys, Homeless gives the best Sunday Mornings ever! (Even tho there are no feelings involved)

Sunday Mornings are when he traces patterns out of the freckles on your arm and says he loves freckles and you say its a good thing you have a lot of them, and he gives you "that" smile.
Sunday Mornings are when you are snuggling on him (not in a dirty way!! God you guys!) and ask if your squishing him and he says yes and then you ask if he wants you to move and he says no and tucks the covers in tight around you both.
Sunday Mornings are when he tells you stories from when he was little.
Sunday Mornings are when he tells you that he thinks his dad, who passed away, would have really liked you.

(But there are no feelings involved)

See what I mean? Sunday Mornings can be deadly. Its a good thing Sunday Mornings are few and far between. I think Sunday Mornings are the real Homeless... not the one he pretends to be when he's out at the bar trying to be what every one expects him to be.

If you haven't caught on yet, Homeless has no filter... whatever he thinks, he says. Without hesitation. Can be bad as you saw in Homeless part 1, and unfortunately can be really good on Sunday Mornings.

Good thing there's no feelings involved.....

XOXO

Darla