Last night, my roommate and I couldn’t stop laughing
like little kids. We shared a cup of ‘Why did we buy this?’ tea and desperately
tried not to gag, but let’s just say it felt like we were sipping what Socrates
drank, only without the dying part. And blimey! As if we needed another trust
issue on the table, she brought out heart-shaped biscuits so bland, I flashed
back to eating paper in kindergarten!
I wonder if someone ever shared your space and,
without saying it, became your favorite. One person emotionally trademarked
that title for me, even though we're polar opposites like coffee and sleep.
Nighty night, my friend.
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