He likes his own room, but he likes mine more. He's five. Half the time, if he had his way he would climb back inside me. He can never get close enough. Half the time. The other half he's complaining. Scowling. "You're interfering with my personal space!" Like he's breaking up with me.
So when he stands there, waiting, in the corner, and he asks if he can share our room, our bed, our space, I do what any rational human would do. And that's to pick him up and hold him, smell his head, that getting-bigger head, and say, "of course."


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whatshemeans (joined almost 11 years ago)

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There's somebody standing in the corner of my room.
Prompt suggested by lisamarie20010


We like you. Say "Hi."