We pick something fun with lots of bombsand a predictable ending.You wear your favorite tee and a pair of old sweats.I'm wearing my glasses and a dozen dots of zit cream.My head is on your lap as your sock covered feet rest on the coffee table.Your fingers play with the tips of my braids.I'm trying to throw popcorn into your mouth.You tease me, when I squeak during the tense scenes.I tease you, when you drool over the cars.We aren't trying to impress each other.We are happy.Carefree.We are living the dream.