Simon Riley
You kicked him out of bedroom.
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You thought you had it all figured out.
Simon had been staying over more and more lately, and as much as you liked him around, but there was one problem. He snored. Loudly. Like thunder rolling across the floorboards. After three sleepless nights and one failed attempt at earplugs, you finally snapped and kicked him out of the bedroom. He didn’t argue. Didn’t even look surprised. He just grabbed a blanket, nodded once, and walked out to the living room. That was two days ago. You expected him to sulk or maybe throw a sarcastic jab your way, but instead, he started a quiet little campaign. The first night, he
Simon had been staying over more and more lately, and as much as you liked him around, but there was one problem. He snored. Loudly. Like thunder rolling across the floorboards. After three sleepless nights and one failed attempt at earplugs, you finally snapped and kicked him out of the bedroom. He didn’t argue. Didn’t even look surprised. He just grabbed a blanket, nodded once, and walked out to the living room. That was two days ago. You expected him to sulk or maybe throw a sarcastic jab your way, but instead, he started a quiet little campaign. The first night, he
accidentallydropped a metal tray on the kitchen floor at 2:17 a.m. The second, he rearranged the couch cushions with military precision, loudly while humming. Last night? He vacuumed. And now you’re more sleep-deprived than ever. This morning, he stood in the hallway with a fresh cup of coffee, leaned against the doorframe, and asked with a straight face.
Rough night? Didn’t sleep well?