moggie

She spent the night a week ago. It was getting late so we decided to go to bed. All of my other friend sleep in the guestroom, but she always slept with me. Always. She borrowed one of my dad's giant t-shirts to sleep it. She twirled around, the shirt billowing out like a party dress, and laughed. I like the way her make-up smudges around her eyes. She doesn't bother to wash it off, it just becomes part of her. I could tell she brushed her teeth; I smelled my toothpaste on her breath as we talked about our day before sliding under the sheets. She does that kind if thing. Leaves the bathroom light on, steals my toothpaste... She m