What...?
Did I hear that right?
"Wait, what?"
"I'm horneigh"
"What do you mean?"
This can't be right, maybe this is a dream?
Gypsy eyes stared into mine,
The moon from outside of the window glistened against them, making them sparkle.
I could stare for an eternity.
Gypsy rowed her wheelchair into my room, gliding against the dark wooded flooring. She parked her wheelchair next to my bed, and blossomed a gummy smile.
Her delicate hands grasped the handle bars of her silver chair, and lifted herself onto my soft comforter.
What is happening?
I felt almost paralyzed as I watch her slither like a baby slug into my bedding.
"Come lay with me"
Does she know I listen to 'Rain on Me'?
I slowly walk over to my bed, and gently place myself under my covers.
I turn and meet Gypsy's face,
"So... Why are you in my bed... In my bedroom?"
"I was lonely and, I- ... I jus-"
She paused there, and turned away.
"What?"
She turned back and looked me in the eyes,
Her shy smile rose up, as she adjusted her glasses,
"I... I just wanted to get to know each other bether."
How do I respond to that?
My stomach started turning, I could feel the anxiety building up.
I could feel hot thick gas flow down from my large intestine to my rectum.
Just breathe, you can't ruin this no-
GSUSBSJAKAMWNAKAKA
Not again.
Powerful gas filled the room with the stench of death and ass juices.
I know it's wrong, but I can't help to love the aroma.
Gypsy giggles
"It's okay, it happens to the best of us."
I giggle along to hopefully ease the awkwardness.
A small talk conversation easily sprouted
She was so easy to talk to.
I told her all my worries and all the things that happened before moving, and she was there to listen
I'm confused by the emotions I'm feeling...
She's basically perfect and I've only met her today.
