*Holly*
I was feeling a lot of things. Between seeing the snow fall outside my window, my sweet little Carol setting her paw on my foot, and the oh-so-many thoughts hissing in my mind about the last week, I could not focus on my homework. Memories of the velvet-suited mystery man kissing me under the mistletoe kept popping up between every sentence in my Information Literacy assignment.
I had talked to both Abigail and Gretchen about it, because of course I had to. Gretchen kept asking if the mustache and beard combo had put a damper on it while Abigail was strangely silent about it. Yes, the mustache was there, and it may have been a little tickly on my top lip, but it didn’t ruin the kiss, not in the slightest.
In fact, in my memories, there was no mustache. It was all floating cand
