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.