I got up, tired to wake up by taking a shower, and then looked in on Carol. She was already at her computer, working to meet yet another deadline.
“Morning,” I said.
“Glue me,” she said, smiling.
“What?” I said, not sure my brain was yet fully functioning.
“Gloomy,” she said, looking out the window. I finally noticed that it was indeed dark and gloomy outside.
“Oh,” I said. “Yeah, it is. I thought I was supposed to glue you to something.”
She pretended she couldn’t pull her hand off the desk. “Glue me, glue me!” she said, laughing.