
Your Bed
You don't remember it having more people than just you in it.
This is actually a pretty decent Friday morning, and not because of the lack of school for the day. It's easy to notice the magnificent details of your morning; the drizzling grey of the sky that made you sleepy all over again, the mattress you're lying on that you swear is made of clouds, the fluffy blankets causing your enviroment to be comfortably warm and the simple fact that you don't have anything to do for the whole day.
Wait.
Who's leg is draped over your side?
(Random idea I had for a long time...that didn't sound right. Rated Teen for brief memories of bed-wrestling. *wink wink*)


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- A sight you won't be unseeing anytime soon. 2016-09-28 11:12:34 UTC1265