Something falls off of me and I wake up, sitting straight up and looking around. Yawning, i find Jackie to my side and flash a smile. I relax and I lie back down, "Oh. Hey."
Someone walks in and hurries out after saying something and I look down at myself before glancing at Jackie.
"...Wait, what was that?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)