A soft shuffling on the carpet and movement alerted Paul that Charlette did not, as he wrongly predicted, go quietly.  As she came into view, he very nearly dropped his phone onto his face, since he was enjoying the reclined position of the chair.<br/><br/>Her pajama shorts was one thing.  But really?!  A lacy white tank top which conveniently (he couldn’t possibly help but notice) ended at her midriff?!  Crap!  Maybe<i>he</i>shoulda gone to sleep.<br/><br/>Charlette’s prone position on the couch held its own temptations.  Thankfully, he wasn’t standing above her, visually basking in her already-mentioned temptations.  But the fact that her head was dangling off of an arm rest of the couch as she looked at him, brought a smile to his face.  Paul placed his phone on the side table.<br/><br/>The giggling made perfect sense, as he realized he was now upside down in her view.  What to do in a dire situation such as this?  Paul simply shrugged and made googly eyes at her.