i was sleepy and the sofa was soft and he was sitting there next to me slouched towards me. i napped on his shoulder, I do not exaggerate by telling you that my head was the exact right size to fit just under his neck to his shoulder, and I was ridiculously comfortable. We talked a little, murmured in sleepy tones, but drowsed easily.
He smells so delicious. So mild, not the slightest bit musty or manly cologney, just barely fresh like a spring wind.
He had to leave; he said he'd kill anyone who took that seat. Ten minutes later he was back, and I went back to my lovely pillow. So natural.
Too soon it was my turn to have a job, and I stood. As my girlfriend stretched out to fill my seat on the sofa I nodded toward him and said, "he makes a good pillow." He sat up straight. "Excuse me no, invitation's not open to everyone." He said.
No Ren, that jackhammer pounding louder than all the clamor in the room, no that's definitely not my heart.
Psh.
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