Marina’s alarm rang. She stretched and hit the snooze button, rolled over and kissed me, eye’s still closed. My dreaming, dreamy dram girl!
“Where’s that robot,” she mumbled.
“What robot, honey?”
“There’s supposed to be a robot who brings me ice cream every time I hit the snooze button.”
“I’m sorry, honey, the ice cream robot gets today off. It’s Issac Asimov’s birthday. I’ll go get you some ice cream.”
“No!” she protested. “You stay here and snuggle me.”