Good ole' Summer.

Sunburn sucks. Truly. If I get any more color on my chest, shoulders, or face, I might go insane. So even though it's eighty-two degrees outside, I'm in jeans.
Anywaysss, so I have a dog named Tara. Before we switched rooms, my brother and I, she wouldn't step foot into my room. But now, she's on my bed more than I.
Last night, for example, I had a pillow and a blanket. Usually, I have four pillows, one body pillow, and three blankets. Don't ask, it's just how I sleep. If you're capable of simple math, that means someone else had the three pillows, my body pillow, and two blankets. Yes, Tara had it all. I think it took me an hour to fall asleep, and I awoke every hour because she was sprawled against some part of me, whether it be my hand, leg, foot, or stomach. She slept through it all!
Yet, somehow, she's sleeping on my bed as I type.

Song in the title. I'll Be, by Edwin McCain.