Astrid
“Where are MY GOLDEN SLIPPERS?”
My mind slips in and out of consciousness as I toss around in bed. It feels too early to even think about opening my eyes. I wouldn’t mind sleeping a few extra hours today, but I’m almost certain there’s a huge commotion going on outside my bedroom window.
Did I just hear Ms. Hattie screaming over some golden slippers? I don’t think I’m dreaming.
When she hollers once more, I finally open my eyes. Groaning, Arlo sits up in bed, equally annoyed with the interruption. “f**k,” he hisses from across the room, and well, I’m not sleepy anymore. Something about the way he says f**k in a raspy voice makes me want to straddle his lap with my clothes off.
“What’s today?”
I swing my arm over the bedside table without lifting my head from the pillow. I
