A noise woke me up in the night.
I opened my eyes.
There was a dark silhouette sitting on my bed next to my foot.
It was a girl.
She had long dark hair and I could not see her face in the dark.
She asked me who I was and..
…where my roomate’s bedroom was because she was his passably drunk girlfriend and got lost while going to the bathroom.
Nice to meet you too.
The sun rises. I go to bed. The usual.
“Your son held a teacher-parent conference yesterday and was planning a class field trip to a French bread factory in Trenton …”
catch me if you can.
Yes.
please be a parisian fashion designer and message me.
