Room 222, Saturday Morning
Apr. 16th, 2011 03:40 pmKarla was snuggled up against one of her pillows. Except she was starting to think it was ripped or something, because there were feathers sticking out of it and poking her in the face. "Stop it, pillow," she muttered, shoving it roughly. "'M sleeping!"
Because that would show it. Totally.
[For her weetiny!pillow, please]
Because that would show it. Totally.
[For her weetiny!pillow, please]