Mouse in the Bedroom

Mouse fell back on the bed laughing. She spread her arms and legs wide, touching the sides of the mattress with her hands and feet. The soles of her feet were dirty. She couldn’t see that, and even if she could, I knew she wouldn’t care.

He clothes were at my feet, where she’d dropped them. I bent down to pick them up. She rolled across the bed to look down at me, gathering up her clothes as if I was some maidservant.

‘Leave them.’ She thumped the sagging mattress behind her. ‘Come to bed.’

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