The King Kong Song

It’s Sunday morning and we’re in the new, exciting, daylight savings time. Peter and I are sitting next to each other on the big, red, corduroy couch in my suite’s common room. All of my roommates are gone so we’re free to relax in our PJs. We’re quietly heads-down on our devices. When, suddenly, I realized, as I do every 10 minutes or so, that it’s Spring Break! I side-eyed Peter who was reading something. Probably some interstellar statistical report whose roots were calculated in base 7. I slowly, so as not to divulge that anything was happening, lowered my iPad and set it aside. Then I slowly, very slowly, begin invading his space - he doesn’t notice at first but I lean on him gradually harder and heavier. He looked at me, confused, but now I’m crawling onto his lap - rolling onto my back. He moves his laptop - holding it up and away with one hand. “EXCUSE me,” I say, “I beg your pardon, couldn’t be helped.” I repeat about three times as I roll a complete 360° in his lap with glacial, disruptive slowness - making sure to elbow him gently in places and cover his face with hair. As I climb off him, I jump up and start singing and dancing to this song I made up (with maximum arm flail): K k k k King kong song I’m sing the king kong I’m dancing to the king kong song Feel free to sing along. I point at him and sing, “I’m talking to YOU!” K k k k King kong song You’re listening to the king kong song Feel free to sing along To the K k k King kong song! I stop, striking a pose like someone on a Broadway stage waiting for applause. “YOU,” he says, are a complete NUT.” But he’s smiling, broadly, as I jump onto his lap and begin smothering him with kisses.