She found me slumped on my desk, a mostly empty bottle of scotch in my hand, my credit card stuck to my face with drool.
She laughed, then woke me up with a kick to my chair. I sat up, trying to speak but only managing a vaguely coherent moan of awareness.
"Did someone get drunk and do some late night splurging? Finally you show something resembling normality, what did you buy?"
She swivled the laptop around before I could stop her.
"Socks? Bulk socks? Even now you're boring!"
But more fool her, they turned out to be amazingly soft.
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