angst.

She pulled at my sleeve.  "Let's do something."

"Like what?  I'm busy."

"You're sleeping.  Get up and get a life, boy."

"Don't call me boy..."

"Besides.  How is a couch like that possibly comfortable?  It's for one person.  Sitting."

"Hehe.  I'm descended from feline ancestors."

"And, and... I heard sleeping in public places is disrespectful."

"To myself, maybe."

Propping up on one elbow, I squinted my eyes and adjusted to the sunlight coming through the conservatory windows.  Glanced at the grandfather clock.  My knees cracked.

"I think I'm getting too old for this.  Alright then.  What'd you want to do?"

"Something."

"Oh yeah, I forgot.  You're a bloody girl."

"Language.  I need to wash your mouth with soap."

"So why did you come to the conserv, alone, to wake me up again?  Just for fun, huh.  Gonna give me a dressing down and all that while you're at it too.  If I didn't know you better I'd think you were the sweetest person ever.  But you're a lime."

"What, is that supposed an insult?"

We pushed the doors outward together, the rays of light tripping over her hair.

"Let's go feed the dinosaurs."

"Limes?"