Josh and I are watching Sports Night, and he curls up next to me with his arms around my waist, just like he used to when we first started dating. It's something we don't often do -- spooning consciously -- and it was perfect. Sweet and romantic, the sign of a thriving relationship.
Fifteen minutes later, I realize that the cuddling has turned into dead weight. Josh is fast asleep, and he's starting to drool on me. Fifteen minutes, the scope of a relationship -- from "tenderly cuddling" to "starting to lose feeling in my left arm." The weird thing is, I couldn't be happier.
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