my family likes to surprise hug me. i’ll be taking a nice, peaceful nap, spread out over the couch armrest,
dreaming about a giant plate of vegetarian lasagna and a bowl of tapioca pudding, and suddenly i’m
hoisted up in someone’s arms. my legs flail and my heartbeat shoots up, and then i’m being squeezed
and rubbed and kissed and petted. i get my tummy pressed and my face smooched, and all i can think
about is where’s my lasagna?
it’s nice to be loved and all, but a little warning would be nice. oh well, if you’re as adorable as me,
i guess that’s what happens. it’s a living…