When I was a little angel, I had a really nice bed covered in
my favorite stuffed toys.
And every night, I'd say goodnight to my group
and curl up in a sleeping bag on the floor next to the bed.
Why?
Because, for me to sleep on the bed,
some or all of the toys would have to go and I
didn't want to hurt any of their feelings.
1 comment:
somehow, this just rings true and sounds like you....and, afterall,these were your friends, and you always let your friends have your bed when then visit.....
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