Some Not-So-Excellent Qualities

I finish my yoga, and come in to help Katie get ready for her shift. I sit on the bed behind her while she puts on her makeup in the mirror.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask as she turns around to give me a good morning kiss.

“My love, you have many excellent qualities,” she says lovingly, “but last night you were an immovable mountain of snoring, like with roots right down to the center of the earth."