Dad has gone to badminton and Mum has just finished packing me some green tea.
I’m despondently munching seaweed tempura.
At M’s suggestion I’ve packed my pillow a one of my blankets. Now the bed looks deserted and sad. It’s looking at me saying why are you leaving me? Haven’t I been comfortable enough to you? Come back, look, I still kept your butt groove, you know you want to, come on, COME ON oh forget it. I have JBJ over there in the corner. He will please me in ways you cannot.