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After my usual stumble-to-the-bathroom-half-awake routine this morning, I returned to the bedroom to turn on my computer before making breakfast. I wanted to pull my hair back with an elastic band and spotted one on my nightstand. Walking over to it, I noticed something strange on my pillowcase.
Blue scribbles. I had a sort of murder-mystery moment just then...
Is someone trying to tell me something?
Ceri sat on the bedspread nearby, looking up at me longingly, meowing, but what was she trying to say?
Blue ink. On my pillowcase. How the hell does that get there? And it looks like letters, but they're...backwards?
And then it hits me, as I look at the back of my left hand.
The reflection of the words "Classes" and "Water bottle" are scrawled on my pillow because I was dumb and didn't bother to scrub off my notes to myself before going to bed.
I guess that's why I like showering at night.
5 hours ago
2 comments:
Haha! I could see you getting all involved and Nancy-Drew-like for days following this incident, only to have such a simple solution.
Mike would know the truth, but after watching you attempt to crack the case for a week, you'd come to him and say, "Well, I guess we'll never know."
You'd be satisfied with your hard work, in spite of not finding a solution, and Mike would knowingly smile and say, "Good work, honey. Some mysteries just don't have an answer I guess."
I don't think I'd be fooled for quite that long...
Except for "honey," that is what Mike would say to a T!
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