Dude’s beauty sleep

Dude-ism #120

Lately, given the opportunity, Dude has been sleeping in like a champ.

It got to be 10:50am on Thanksgiving morning, and Dude still hadn’t stirred.

I quietly opened up his bedroom door. Dude’s one hand was resting under his cheek while his blanket was bunched up underneath his chin.

He slowly blinked and squinted his eyes open at the sound of the door.

“Alright Dude,” I said quietly, “Time for you to think about getting up.”

Dude closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.



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