Rain
I woke up needing to use the bathroom. Unfortunately, Wes has his arm draped over my middle, and every time I try to move it, he pulls me closer and holds on tighter. Finally, I resorted to elbowing him in the stomach.
"Ouch, what was that for?" He grumbles sleepily.
"I need to pee. Let me up," I told him.
"NO! Just a little longer," and he snuggles his face into my hair.
"Unless you are into Golden Showers, you had better let me up now," I said, glaring over my shoulder.
"Fine, just know that was gross, and we won't be doing any of that," he huffs.
I run to the bathroom, and while there, I wash my face and brush my teeth. Then look through the drawers for a brush and hair tie. Sleeping on wet hair is ill-advised. So instead, pull my hair into a messy bun and return to the
