And then there was light

So, I woke up this morning laying on my right side with Evan curled up behind me. My mind was mixed between slumber, sex, and rude awakenings. The melody of a country song ran through every nook and cranny of my brain and I knew it was a race against the clock to write down the sweet words that were about to be erased as I became fully conscious.

"Evan, do you have any paper?"

"Mmmm. [pause] Huh?" he replied.

"I need a pencil and paper."

"There's one on your side, on the chair."

I pull a pad out from under a short stack of papers and start mumbling, "pen, there's no pen!"

Evan rolls half way over, grabs a pen, and then back. One of the perks of being married to a cartoonist, there's always pencil and paper.

All this build up, I hope it is worth it, for here is what I wrote:

Oh I(iiiiiiii) don't smoke tobacco and I don't drink no more

Now I(iiiiiiii) like to keep things simple
But I feel high when I'm in your arms