Hills note: I shall make a truly vile confession.
Often, I have trouble sleeping, but not anymore! Find out why:
Sleeping With the Enemy
One night, my bed was so uncomfortable I couldn't sleep.
I decided I needed to sleep upon
the FLOOR.
I snuggled up to his fuzzy sweater
and dodged his spiky unibang.
He was entirely indifferent,
as if I faded into
the pattern on his sweater.
I almost reeled back
in pure DISGUST
but Floor-sama was oblivious
to my obvious loathing of him.
Luckily, he was so boring
I fell asleep right away.
Hill's note: What kind of floor do you think I am referring to?