Bed-Time Maniac Reiss McGuinness
Every night, after I had finished brushing my teeth, I would walk into the bedroom, during which she would hide herself under the covers. I could never see her outline, she was too small. I would threaten to sit on her: ‘What a nice spot this looks like’. She would scream. And then, when crawling into bed, she would, for at least one minute, tickle me furiously, bite, kick and begin scream-laughing like a banshee until she had exhausted her pre-sleep rush then fall asleep on my chest like a baby squirrel too exhausted to carry on playing. The puma is about.
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