As I lay here semi naked in my bed, I try to convince myself that this is perfectly normal behaviour.
Queen L walks into my room wearing tights a knitted dress and some suave leather boots.
"I don't know how you can just lay there like that" she says before getting distracted by the chaotic mess which is my bedroom.
- "Is that a glasshouse candle?"
I put my soft white doona over my head and try to sink deep into my bed.
I sneak a glimpse out of a small opening between my sheets and a large pillow, Queen L is staring out my window down onto the busy city street below.
"We are going for coffee at Candy's if you want to come" she turns around and catches me staring at her from beneath my flimsy cotton forte.
"What does it mean when you literally have no energy to do anything?" I ask while sitting up and revealing my pale chest and collar bones.
"You need meat" she replies with a mildly sinister look in her eye.
"You're right, I need sex".
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