I have a confession.

If you think I am wierd after you read this, I don't blame you.

There has not been one night this whole semester where I have slept in my own bed. In fact, I store my clothes on it. I sleep in Kenz's bed. It's big. It's like a giant sleepover in the treehouse every night.

But we have a problem.

I have a pink blankie.

Kenz has a pink blankie.

And 96.3% of the time, I wake up and Kenz is sleeping with my pink blankie. I think she can't tell them apart in the dark.