The boys were in the studio and it was late at night.
Agnetha was in bed nearly asleep.
I got in with her and cuddled her.
She looked at me. This feels wrong.
We are snuggling we snuggle all the time.
True.
Anyway the boys are in the studio and you look lonely and cold.
You're right I'm so cold.
I moved in closer and wrapped the blanket around her.
Frida she said and all the sudden I heard a snore.
Typical I said.
I looked at the sleeping angel.
How we got to be best friends is a miracle.
