straight up now, tell me

So I've had pneumonia for almost a week now, hooray. I thought I'd be doing a lot of RPing because my bed is by far the best place to be, but writing is hard under the circumstances so I've mostly been sleeping and whining at my roommates. I apologize to those whose 3MD threads I completely blew off yesterday and for my continued fail at threading in a reasonably prompt manner. I will eventually get back to the things I dropped, but it's haaaard and my lungs don't like me doing fun things. Lungs are stupid.

Amy was finally down to only a handful of things left to unpack, and one of those things was the baggie of glow-in-the-dark stars Karma had given her when they were little.

Here in a shared bedroom, she had less space to work with (she didn't want to cover more than her fair share of the room's surface area, after all), but it felt weird not having them up.

So Amy found herself standing on her bed on top of a messy stack of pillows and rolled-up hoodies, trying to get high up enough to reach the ceiling. Unfortunately, the pillow stack kept tipping over and forcing her to rapidly move out of the way if she didn't want to fall all of the way off the bed.

She wasn't having an easy time with it.

"Fuck! Fucking fuck. How did I ever get these up at home in the first place?"

{halfway open door, open post!}