Day 12

Up at 7 am today.

Why?

I don't know. I've been asking myself for the last 3 hours. Lol. Not really, but it was weird. We just bounced awake. Then we bounced on the bed.
And by "we" I mean Keegan.
And by "bed" I mean the bed and me. I'm like his springboard. And his jungle gym. His Mount Kosciuszkio. His tree. His rock. His everything.

So after he used my nuts to jump off me, with one misplaced foot, I was more than up and awake.
Pain can have that effect. Have you ever been sleepy w

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