I laid back down, only to be met with another much louder and apparent shutter of a camera. I flung into an upright position, immediately coming face-to-iPhone with Frankie at the opposite end of the couch as he had been when I fell asleep. Except now he tauntingly held his camera over my sock-covered toes in his lap. “Good morning, Colorado. Were you just having a wet dream on my couch?” “Ugh, sicko!”
