Forever young

The other night I wanted to watch a movie. It was a Friday night, and considering we all had to wake up at 6am on Saturdays for practice, we were all home. We searched through our movies and decided on Gladiator. If you haven't already seen Gladiator - I'm not sure what you are doing with your life. Words cannot describe the movie, so I won't even try. The main point of me telling you what movie we watched, is that Gladiator is a long movie. If you are tired or in a rush, don't start it. I didn't realize just how tired I was when the movie started, but about halfway through my eyes started to droop. It didn't help that I was laying down on our futon, wrapped in a blanket, and that the lights were off. I'm not even sure which part of the movie it happened, but the next thing I knew I was sound asleep. Tobe was trying to wake me up so that I could go to bed, but I didn't want to move. In fact, I was half delirious and refused to move. I'm not sure if it was out of affection and kindness of his heart, or rather, annoyance that I was taking up the entire futon he wanted to sit on that urged Tobe to do this, (my guess is probably the latter, but for the warmheartedness of the story, let's say the former) but the next thing I know I'm being carried off to bed. Now remember when you were little and you were tired and had fallen asleep in the car on the way home, or on the floor watching a movie in the living room and your daddy carried you off to your room and tucked you in? This was kind of like that - except without the daddy, and I'm 21. The point is as Tobe dropped me off in my bed and as he turned off the lights I heard him mutter "Don't expect this to become a habit," - and he shut the door making me feel like I was still a kid.