the overhead light is off, but the christmas lights are slowly fading in and out, and the lightning ball sparkles on the bookshelf. we are lying on my bed and eating the french fries he brought over for me.

five minutes later, we are still sprawled out on the bed, eating the remains of our french fries. it is quiet. it is warm. it is perfect.

i look over at him. he looks completely relaxed. he is like an angel.

i prop myself up on my elbows. "i can't believe this."

he blinks and peers over at me. "what?"

i move over so that i can see him more clearly, the christmas lights throwing warm green and red light onto his face. "we are sitting here doing absolutely nothing."

"does that bother you?" he asks. "do you want to do something?"

i grin at him. he makes me feel foolish sometimes. "no. in fact, i like this doing nothing."

"yeah?" he gives me this amused look.

"yeah," i tell him and flop back to the bed. "there aren't very many people i can just sit around and do nothing with. it's pretty cool."

i am rewarded with the sound of his laughter.