night1
“You have to sleep in the
same bed as me, at least
once,” you practically begged
on the first night we got there.
“Get lost,” I laughed as you
went in to hug me.
“Please, Lana? Please?” you
asked for the millionth time
actually sounding and looking
like you meant it, a hurt look
on your face after I pushed
you away.
“No, I'm sharing a blanket with
Janie already,” I rolled my
eyes as I side-stepped you.
“Lana, please? Otherwise I think
I’ll actually cry,” you said
seriously but in a way that I
knew you were joking – obviously.
“No way, you idiot,” I laughed,
only to have you walk off into
one of the bedrooms and not come
out for the longest time, and because
I’ve always hated the thought of
hurting people, I actually gave in
and slept beside you that night.
I think that’s where I went wrong.
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