I hate sleeping in big beds alone. I'm at the point in my twin bed life that I don't want to share what bedspace I have, but here.. with this big bed... in a big house... I find myself begging. *le sigh*
AND I just want to be at home, with Chloe. Even if she is in heat and licks my eyelids relentlessly in the morning to wake me up only to jump to the floor and writhe like (a virgin) Madonna. House-sitting really creates a sense of appreciation for your own home. Even if there's 20x as much food here. Or Night-Blooming Jasmine body wash that works like shaving cream, that miraculous gel-to-foam sort. And pretty smelling shampoo. But no Chloe :-( And no twin bed heaven. And no motivational mess and wreckage.
'Til Tuesday...
AND I just want to be at home, with Chloe. Even if she is in heat and licks my eyelids relentlessly in the morning to wake me up only to jump to the floor and writhe like (a virgin) Madonna. House-sitting really creates a sense of appreciation for your own home. Even if there's 20x as much food here. Or Night-Blooming Jasmine body wash that works like shaving cream, that miraculous gel-to-foam sort. And pretty smelling shampoo. But no Chloe :-( And no twin bed heaven. And no motivational mess and wreckage.
'Til Tuesday...
johnnyfive:
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