"mmm.." was the only reply I got, so I closed my eyes and snuggled up. We both snoozed for awhile longer, in denial about the end of the weekend, avoiding the morning's reality as long as possible.
When the alarm clock had beeped its way into our peacefulness a few more times, we finally accepted that we had to awaken. He gave me a kiss, and I told him again, "It snowed last night." His response was simply not as interested or distraught as I wanted it to be, so I elaborated, "We have to shovel now."
This elicited more of the reaction I was looking for. His eyes widened. "Really??" he asked, actually listening this time, looking surprised and concerned.
"No." I smiled in satisfaction, climbed out of bed, and got up to face the day.