I would have probably spent my Saturday morning laying underneath the warm comfort of my sheets. I would have listened to the birds chirping outside my window (this didn’t really happen; only Snow White could do that) and I would have watched early morning cartoons. Today was different, though. Being the good little Saint I was, I was the one who was responsible for Eros, the King of my room. We made the most of our first night together arguing. He complained that my bed was too fluffy, so I had it replaced with something ‘manlier,’ which I had to go to my dad’s room to get.
You might ask, ‘Oh, hey, where did you sleep then, Saint?’ The answer: I snuck into my twin’s room and slept on his other mattress (not so comfy, by the way). Ach really wasn’t a good twin. He’d rather have a dog
