I saw my cousin Romeo asleep on the couch. There was a drool stain next to his mouth. I walked over to him. I lifted some strands of his hair, stroking it, then yanked it.

"Ow!" said Romeo as he woke up.

"Good morning, cuz," I said.

Romeo screamed.

I laughed.

"Looks like I scared the shit out of you!" I said.

"I was having the most wonderful dream," said Romeo.

"What about?" I asked.

"It was about a girl," said Romeo.

"Which girl? That Capulet girl?" I asked.

Romeo broke into one of his dorky songs.

"She was like an angel. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! Serious vanity! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead-"

I stifled laughter.

"Make fun of me, will ya!" said Romeo.

"Sorry," I said.

"Dost thou not respect my feelings?" said Romeo.

"I do, cuz," I said. "It was tears I was holding back."

"Well, I must be off on my way. Farewell, cousin!" said Romeo as he left.