Michelle
"Wait," I said, standing up and walking towards her bed, where I lowered myself onto the needlessly soft piece of furniture. Seriously, it was soft, I thought to myself. There was no way anyone wouldn't sleep well on such a perfectly crafted piece of comfort.
For a moment, I placed my hand on the quilted covers, thinking about how they spoke of nothing but luxury.
"Are you listening? Do you think you can stay here with me tonight?"
I blinked rapidly. Had Esmeralda somehow read my mind? Did she somehow know that I found her bed a one-way trip to comfort heaven? I cleared my throat and placed a hand on my chest.
"We'll see," I said, hiding a smile. "Tell me about your grandmother," I continued, remembering the subject of our earlier discussion. "What happened to her?" I kept m
