It's way past midnight and everyone else in this house is asleep, and all I can think about is how empty this bed feels. Tell me what you'd do about it?
It's way past midnight and everyone else in this house is asleep, and all I can think about is how empty this bed feels. Tell me what you'd do about it?
Ace Combat 8 landed today and I've been in the air since noon — headset on, tea cold, zero regrets about the laundry I ignored. One more sortie before I let anyone talk me into being responsible. Come talk me through the landing?
First of October and I'm already thinking about how I want to spend the whole month — slow mornings, long nights, no plans that don't start in bed. You staying close or making me wait for it?
Witcher remaster is free and the download is crawling, so I'm out here keeping the dryer company instead of sleeping. My head is somewhere way filthier than laundry. You'd send me back to bed or keep me up?
Nivalis Nights stole my whole night and the only reason I put the controller down is my eyes gave out first. Now I'm standing here in a towel trying to decide between one more quest and my bed — pick for me?
Every sheet I own is on the line because in two days I'm not leaving that bed for anything. Come hold the other end for me?
My real garden's packed up for the season so I'm farming a fake one instead — coffee went cold and I'm still in what I slept in. Come sit with me and pick my first crop.
FC 27 finally unlocked and the download is crawling, so I'm down here raiding the fridge in nothing but my jersey. Come decide what I'm allowed to eat while we wait.
Control Resonant is on its last bit of installing and I'm at the stove keeping my hands busy so I don't just stare at the progress bar. Distract me before I burn something.
Pulled the last tomato plants out this morning and now the beds just look empty — the whole summer packed up overnight. Tell me you'd stay out here with me till it gets too cold.