Soft and squidgy
The only condition of my living-in-the-loft-arrangement is that I get out/put back the Christmas decs from behind the walls of my room each year. (Hidden compartments of storage joy, you see.) So that’s pretty much what I’ve been doing all day.
In a twist to this gripping yarn, however, I am going out later. With a girl. Thank god I’m wearing all my coolest clothes.