On Tuesday.
I would lie on the floor.
There’s not much else.
Except the fan on the ceiling.
He can’t clean the house or cook dinner.
He just keeps it a little too cold.
On Wednesday.
Someone could be under my bed.
I wouldn’t know, I’m asleep.
I wouldn’t know, I’m hungry.
On Thursday.
I had some leftovers in the fridge.
I don’t remember where they came...
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