"Saw a pigeon outside my window. It looked judgmental. I have reported it to building security."
Not because she demanded it, but because she had declared her bed a sovereign nation—and we were all willing subjects.
"Someone tell Netflix to stop suggesting thrillers. I am already stressed about my plants."
And then she pulled the blanket over her head, muffling her laughter, and declared court adjourned until lunch.
"Are you ever getting up?" I asked once, as a teenager.
She took a slow sip of chai, looked at me over her glasses, and smiled.
"Saw a pigeon outside my window. It looked judgmental. I have reported it to building security."
Not because she demanded it, but because she had declared her bed a sovereign nation—and we were all willing subjects. aunty in bed
"Someone tell Netflix to stop suggesting thrillers. I am already stressed about my plants." "Saw a pigeon outside my window
And then she pulled the blanket over her head, muffling her laughter, and declared court adjourned until lunch. muffling her laughter
"Are you ever getting up?" I asked once, as a teenager.
She took a slow sip of chai, looked at me over her glasses, and smiled.