The first thing I did as I walked into my room was to go and crash heavily on my bed, exhaustion reigning over every part of my body. Little Miss Not-so-right-in-the-head’s bags appeared small but, believe me, those evil little things weighed a million tons.
At first, I had encountered the problem of carrying all the luggage- I mean, how the hell did she expect me to carry three bags when I only have two hands?!
I also knew, without a doubt, that asking her for help with my bag was not a decision I could take; she might set it on ablaze just out of spite. Plus she was already about a mile in front of me by then anyway.
I finally decided to leave my luggage behind after all the assessing and counter-assessing, praying like hell it would still be there when I returned. As I lifted her bag
