Sharing a Bed
“Where should I bed down for the night?” I ask through one of the phones when, finished with teasing me, Atlanta curls up in her bed, mostly hidden by her thick blanket and fluffy pillows, more than half asleep already.
She pats the area on the other side of the rather large bed, in answer.
I blanch, then flush.
“We are non-related. Moreover you are a woman and I am a man,” I type hastily and shove the screen before her sleepy face.
She snorts, to that, and fumbles the phone out of my hand. “Im a girl. Youre tiny. No woman man. Wanna sleep. Go sleep. Nothing will hapen. No time prepare guest room. No mind anyway. Always want little sib.”
Then she just… drops right into slumber, leaving me wide awake and gaping at her and the phone carelessly dropped on the patch of blanket near her hand.
`What an insane woman. Did she not realise or care about what will happen to me once her mother finds out, if I lie in her bed?`
Shaking my head, I grab pillows and blankets from the bed and make a nest on the floor.
It is safer, this way.