I came upstairs and the bed was wet.
It was interesting because no one was supposed to have been there and the stain was around a box that contained more liquid. It made me thing of the superman joke where the block of ice had melted or something but it was probably actually kryptonite. Superman was okay with ice made of water. I changed the sheet and it was teal but now it’s green and I like it. Before I changed the sheet I used a towel to mop off the excess. There was more than I expected, so I gave up before I should have. If I had perservered my bed would be less moist.
Once upon a time a girl made me helpless and it was okay. She made me say it out loud and for over an hour. The thing is we didn’t take off our clothes. Do you believe it?!
She was here like I was there before and then she left and then no one read Mr. Popper’s Penguins. six pee em en oh pee.
My bed is still wet. I can’t stop rubbing my knees.
