Dark and rainy day. I’m not allowed to go outside because « it’s all wet out there, and you’re gonna get dirty », she says. Like I care. It sucks.
Oooh, look at that. Fresh laundered sheets. Oh god, they are straight out of the dryer, still warm. And she’s in the shower. This is really, really nice. I know I’m not allowed on the bed, but if I hide really deep down there, she’ll never notice.
Busted. Damn.
