I-Got-Pie

           The bright morning sunlight streamed through your thick curtains onto your bed. The pillows soft, warm and blankets felt like fluffy clouds cradling your entire body. You could feel the heaviness of someones arm draped over your waist and their slow breathing on your neck.  A sleepy smile spread over your face the moment you realized what this meant. Sweden was in your bed, again. This had become a common occurrence, and a welcomed one too. Being very careful, you turned over to face him. You snuggled yourself close to him and gently kissed his nose. “Sweden, what are you doing in my bed again? Did you forget where you lived?