Good. Because those are expectations I can't really live up to. Not a single shade for me.

I'll keep that in mind. But right now, my brain has gone on strike and refuses to think of anything else today.

[He reaches for the blankets at the foot of her bed, pulling them up over both their bodies. It felt cozy now, and he couldn't hold back a yawn anymore.]

Thanks again for inviting me to the sleepover.