Saturday Morning

It's a saturday... we have no need to get up, but you demand it. You never want to waste time doing nothing, sometimes I hate you for it, but sometimes you can be swayed, persuaded to stay with me, warm and comfortable in bed.
"Come on, we can laze around later."
You say, already your eyes are bright and shining, not dull and sleepy like I know mine still are, but I cuddle to you, I know that once you're up and doing things you won't want to laze around until you're too tired to do anything else. But then when that happens, you're too tired for me also.
You stroke my back, and I gently kiss at your neck, you still, you're entire being seemed to stop for a moment as though you weren't even there... but you do that a lot too, I'll have to drag you back down to Earth.
I pull you from your propped-up position, forcing you to lie with me, cuddling, close, warm, comfortable. I never want to leave.
"The sun isn't even up yet."
You know I'm playing, I hear your amusement as I bury my face in your chest.
"The curtains are closed, Si."
"That means it's night time."
You don't understand that I just want to stay here forever. You never understand how wonderful I feel when we're like this. You still again, a small sigh escapes your lips and you cuddle me close, I understand how teddy bears feel and I love it.
Right now... as the morning starts to brighten the room, forcing the daylight in, I feel like I love you... real love... real and true. And I tell you so.
You smile, but you never reply, you just hug me tighter and kiss my hair, stroking my back again. You never say it, but I know you love me too.
To think we never knew each other a year or so ago and now we can't be separated... I kiss your neck again, you give a small laugh.
"What?"
"This'll be another Saturday wasted."
I persuaded you again.