Lucía

I'm jello. Was at an amusement park all day with my friends and went on a 400ft tall monstrosity that was awesome. 
          
          It's like 12 a.m. and I just got home.
          
          Pro tip: the more horizontal turns, the more likely you are to get nauseous (i did not puke)

I chatted with my friend for 5 hours 
          
          And i think I'm hella sleep deprived.

It's my BIRTHDAY, SHORTEPLES!
          
          GIMME LOVE AND SMILES AND APPLES AND BANANAS
          
          mainly cuz i feel like a monkey. 

I'm thinking of writing a book! It's based on a dream I had a few nights ago. Here's a peek:
          
          I feel myself slipping into the comfortable depths of thoughtless sleep. My head falls a bit, nearly resting on my brother's shoulder. I wouldn't trust him not to let my head fall if my life depended on it, but you can't really control yourself when you're asleep. 
          
          He shifts next to me, and I can feel a small rush of air when he leans forward. I don't need my eyes open to know he'd moved. It's a subconscious thing. 
          
          "Hey, Nick, c'mon. She's asleep now." My friends snicker at my brother's words, and then his presence is replaced by another. A very noticeable other.
          
          "Do you think they'll cuddle?" I hear another question.
          
          My head lulls down, landing somewhat softly on Nick's shoulder. He adjusts carefully, and wraps his arm around my shoulders. My heart hiccups. 
          
          Why does this feel so intimate? I don't even like him like that.
          
          "Guys, you know that I'm only doing this because I don't trust that petty idiot to let her sleep peacefully." I feel his chest shake a little as he chuckles. "Besides, if you don't believe that comforting a sleeping person is normal- especially when you are acquainted with them- are you really as 'irresistible' as you think?"
          
          "Yeah, I do think it's normal. But we all know I would if I weren't in a sibling feud at the moment." My brain can't tell one voice from another anymore, except Nick's since he's next to me.
          
          Someone coughs unsubtly. "You wouldn't hesitate if it was somebody you like." They mumble condescendingly, and say, "Like Maisie."
          
          I can tell my brother is glaring. 
          
          The arm around me starts feeling like a blanket and I can feel my body slide down till my head is on Nick's chest. The others keep chatting, unaware that his breath just hitched. It's the last thing I notice before sleep takes control.
          
             Sooooo, what do you guys think? Should I make this a book?