Adaline
Family Guy.
That's my comfort show.
Fried chicken. That's my comfort food.
Pajamas. They are my comfort clothes.
My bedroom. That's my comfort place.
I'm locked up in my bedroom, dressed in my pajamas, devouring the chicken in the bucket and running a marathon of Family Guy episodes. This feels like a vacation.
My little vacation is put to an end when Ace pushes the door open and walks in. His pace is slow and silent. From the frown on his face, I can tell that I'm about to get a lecture.
“Hey.” He says softly. “Are you okay?”
His voice is heavy with worry and concern.
You're probably tired of me saying this but Ace is a good man. He's always been a good man. Sometimes to a fault. In college, I once stole his money from his pocket to buy food. He found out about this an
