I step out of the shower, wiping the fogged mirror off with my towel.
I wrap the soft material around myself opening the door slightly.
"Shit," I mumble to myself realizing I'd forgotten to bring pajamas in with me.
"Michael?"
Yeah?
"Do you mind going in my dresser over there and grabbing me some clothes?"
He nods getting up walking over and I watch as he laughs to himself opening my top drawer.
I roll my eyes, "Never seen underwear before?"
He continues to laugh as he gets a t-shirt and shorts out for me walking over to the bathroom.
Here you go. He says still smiling.
"Thank you," I say shaking my head at his childishness.
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Fiksi PenggemarAs kids we used to play a game called make believe, we'd pretend something was real. Adults always would laugh at us because they supposedly knew that things were ridiculous and impossible, but we thought they were. We knew the truth.
