Scribble: Let me have this for once.

      The sun gently taps on my eyelids, as soft purring tickles my ears. With a sigh, I wonder where my little feline residents have nestled, to hear the pleasant motor of their breaths so clearly.
      Before I can turn my head, I feel a soft weight over my chest, as disheveled locks fall casually from my chest. I can't tell if she is smiling, or if her eyes are even closed; not even a gentle squeeze is telling, as she buries her face even deeper in me. I can't help but smile for her, though, as my fingertips wander through silken strands, my arm sliding very carefully over her own.
      I can feel the softness of her breath, the warmth of her touch. Briefly, my eyelids start sliding back into place...
      The paw on my nose, of course, proposes an alternative.