Observing my Partner

I am sitting in my husband’s grandma’s living room watching my husband read. He is in his checkered PJs and black hoodie, with a Propagandhi (punk rock) t-shirt under the hoodie. His blonde hair is a bit on the messy side. It smells like cleaning supplies, when it usually smells like delicious cooking - unfortunately no cooking from grandma anymore. I can’t exactly tell what book he’s reading but it’s hardcover. He has his thick rimmed glasses (I call them accountant glasses) on, and he’s not paying attention to anything but the words on the page. He is sitting in an armchair and has his legs up on the ottoman, the same color as the armchair. Eventually he puts the book down on the side table, takes his glasses off, and closes his eyes. He has this weird ability to just fall asleep sitting up! He starts snoring. Well, no surprise there- that’s my husband!