"Exactly. What do you think the pillows and blankets are on the floor for?"
"You?"
"No, you."
"I'm not sleeping on the floor."
"Its either the floor or the couch in the living room."
"The point of this whole thing is to talk each other to sleep. We can't do that from two different rooms."
"We have cell phones."
"Just go get ready for bed, Spaceling. We're squeezing in your bed."
"Hell no!"
"Hell yes. Now go do what you have to do. I'm changing."
"Eek! Put your shirt back on!"
"I told you I'm changing."
"You're disgusting."
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"So, how are we going to fit in here?" Jules asked, standing beside her small bed that was pushed against the wall. She had changed into shorts and a loose tank top with fuzzy socks on her feet. She looked adorable. I meanwhile only wore a pair of basketball shorts. I couldn't sleep with a shirt on.
I got on the bed, rolling over to the side so my arm was pressed against the wall. I lifted the covers for her. It was cold in here, but I didn't want to sleep under the covers with her if she didn't want me to.
"Get in, Spaceling."
She seemed to contemplate whether or not she wanted to get in the bed. I watched her as her eyes flicked over the wrinkled sheets beside me. I swear I even saw her staring at my abs and tattoos.
I took the time to really take her in. I hadn't really gotten a deep look at her in the few encounters I've had with her this week. I liked finding the little small things that were hard to notice on people.
