it's 3am and we're both exhaustedly tired.

he says something and i shove him off the bed. he falls with a solid thunk onto the floor. i giggle insanely as he drags himself back onto the bed, on top of the sheets.

"you're hogging the sheets," i say as the sheets bunch up beneath him and start sliding off me. "pig. oink oink."

"i'm not a pig!" he protests, trying to move the sheets unsuccessfully.

"snuffle snuffle," i reply.

we collapse into giggles.