The other night, or morning rather, I was awakened by Cat knocking my pencil jar to the floor so that she could have room to sprawl out on my desk. For whatever reason, I felt compelled to clean up the displaced pencils at that moment.
I drag myself from my bed, gently scold Cat, and then I hear a exasperated voice, “I just want to sleep on a couch cushion. That’s all I want..!”
Smile
My roomie was sleep talking again.. and her bed is perty comfty. I don’t know why she wants a couch cushion instead??!
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