Wesley & Simon
“Hey Wes, Wes wake up.” “Let me sleep,” I groan, rolling over and shoving my face in my pillow. “Wes come on,” Simon begs, shaking me gently. “I got you coffee.” I don’t want coffee, I want sleep. “Mhmm,” I groan back at him. “Wes,” Simon scolds, still shaking me. “Come on we said we’d go out today.” Did we? That doesn’t sound like me, its way too early for that. I realize that he’s never going to let me succumb to sleep again and roll over, rubbing my eyes and proceeding to glare at Simon. His messy sandy hair looking like he just got out of bed, even though clearly he’s already been out. “Ah sleeping beauty lives,” he laughs. “Where’s my coffee?” I groan at him. He looks toward the bedside table and I follow suit, then look back at him expecting him to grab it for me. “You’re funny,” he says. “Gotta at least grab it yourself cranky.” I roll my eyes and reach my hands out in front of me. “Help?” I plead. Now Simon rolls his eyes, the steel bl...