08 April 2013
6 true story
lately, i've been leaving the bedroom window open and letting the still semi-icy air blow through whilst i sleep under a terrifically warm blanket.
a glory interrupted at 5:52 a.m. this morning, when some dude from next door decided to go pawing through his garbage, making a racket akin to a dinosaur ambling through a field of crumpled newspapers.
furious at having my sleep disrupted (as i'd stayed up entirely too late reading the immortal life of henrietta lacks), i sat up in bed and snapped the window shut with such vigor that he looked up, whereupon i gave him the haughtiest face i could muster at 5:52 a.m.
only then did i remember i was naked. only then did i realize he could totally see my boobs.
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