I’ve never thought she’d become like this.
Frax and I have always been spending nights together after dinner, and we would always have a good time.
I felt her squirm, felt every contour of her body as she rests herself on top of me.
But of course, good things come to an end; she has to leave me when she wakes up.
I don’t like it when that happens, and not to brag about it but she doesn’t, either.
But she has to–she’s a busy girl, trying to finish her studies for a good job in the future.
It never worried me if ever she’d come back or not, because I’m sure she would. She always does.
…Until that night came.
She came to me after dinner, looking all stressed with school.
I was ready to accept her on me but she said she had to work.
“No sleeping tonight.”
I was willing to wait–and I did. All night.
Morning came, and I listened intently as her voice cut through the silence of the house and heard her say, “I love sleeping on the couch.”
Now they found her less frequently with me and my comfort.
But that’s okay, I guess.
After all, once she moves out of the house, she’ll buy a new bed–unless her parents still find me perfect for her.