My son came to spend the night with us last night ( he is 33). Daddy is going to drive him to the airport.
Anyway, I came in the kitchen to make the coffee and the den is right off the kitchen. There he was, sleeping on the couch, wrapped up in a quilt (I have them everywhere lol), and Dude (dog) on a rug on the floor besides him. He loves my quilts.
He can't sleep when he has to travel so he watches tv until he can catch a few winks.