7 months later...
"Almost... Gheeeh!"
Giving up on reaching for the sock that fell to the ground, I sigh in frustration and put a hand on
my stomach.
It's like someone stuck a half pumped excersize ball and my shirt and now I can't reach anything
below my knees!
I turn my eyes towards the stairs that separate my living room and kitchen when I hear footsteps.
The first four days after the fire were agonizing because the bottom of the stairs burned off in the
explosion and I couldn't a go to my room for anything.
I wore Trent shirts most of the time until they rebuilt the kitchen and staircase.
Speaking of shirts, since Trent has permanently moved in, I've noticed as like right now, he
doesn't wear shirts often. I'm not complaining, but like... Not fair.
The messy haired fire
