...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

Love Stories from the Land of Sleeping Disorders

Friday morning, I quietly slip on my coat and scarf, readying myself to head home after having spent a late night at N/A's with a bunch of his friends to celebrate his birthday.

N/A is snoring in the bedroom.

I knock over a bunch of books with my purse.

N/A groggily opens his eyes.

I peek in the bedroom door at him.

His tender parting words:

"Vaginal cleanser is... inherently dominant."

Clearly this is love.



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