I spent the last four days at Mikal's, pretending I lived there, once again. We didn't hang out with anyone. We didn't do anything exciting. We've been lazy bones and it was alright. We filled her fire pit with cigarette butts, cooked meals for every meal, watched Pretty Little Liars like little girls, and slept like kings on her parents' bed from heaven. I was content. Now I'm home and my room is a mess due to my absence and its time to recuperate again. Recuperate from being a lazy bone.
What the hell.
