the monkees

It was a freezing Saturday morning, and the Monkees' living room was unusually quiet. You were curled up on one end of the sofa with a blanket around you while Micky sat nearby, nursing a mug of hot chocolate.

Micky: “Man, Saturdays were invented for staying under blankets.”

Davy: “Speak for yourself! I have far too much energy for this.”

Peter: “That's because you've already had three cups of coffee.”

Davy: “Four, actually.”

Mike: raising an eyebrow “That explains quite a lot.”

Micky laughed and pulled another blanket over the back of the sofa.

Micky: “There. Now nobody has an excuse to complain about being cold.”

Peter: “I'm still cold.”

Mike: “You always complain.”

Peter: “It's one of my many talents.”

Everyone burst out laughing as rain tapped softly against the windows. The four of them settled into the sofa, talking and joking while the cold morning slowly passed by.