home-run-nap

after planning "the perfect evening" you two get together and try to dance your choreographed strange romance. halfway through, one of you falls asleep on the others chest. a deep, soft, peaceful slumber. not out of fatigue or rudeness or boredom but because you realise you have completed a long journey. you have come home.

"we were about to heat up, get those drinks, go dancing when Lyric fell asleep on my chest. out of the blue. home-run-nap."