I like the smell of your morning breath, even though it sometimes smells like a barnyard. That thing you do when you pretend you’re a cat. And when you pick me up and let me hang down your back, my stomach resting on your shoulders. My insides get squished a little every time, but I don’t really care. You’re really weird and you don’t always get things. And you can’t pay attention for more than ten seconds if there is something else going on. And you care too much about what other people think of you. Which makes me want to scream. Because so and so doesn’t notice if you’re not around, in fact they’re never going to notice because no one cares except for me. Sad to say. But pretend away that I’m not your only friend. Because we’ll spoon tonight, and you’ll lisp with your mouth guard in, and you’re breath will smell like shit in the morning but I don’t care. Because I like the smell of your morning breath, even though it sometimes smells like a barnyard. And it’s warm.