Colby’s bed. The bed we’ve shared since March. And have talked in, and slept together in, fought in, laughed in… And now, for the rest of the summer, it is my bed. And he is not here. Strange.
Al is in the other room eating cereal, and Bronson is at work, and I put my underwear in the dresser and my shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom, and left my razor in the shower.
I wonder how they feel about the fact that Dan’s Court has been infiltrated by a girl. I was going to put a box of tampons under the sink, just for the added effect, but figured it might be too much.
So Colby and I are on a break. What happens if I get really drunk and bring someone home? Or if Kyle comes to visit and he stays in my bed (although we really would just be sleeping)? I’m living with potential spies!