She considered this before setting down the blanket and going over to the shelf. “Shouldn’t we get a bigger one?” she mused, using the bottom shelves as a step to get to the upper shelves. “Like these?”
She jumped back down, gesturing with her head. “C’mon. Let’s see if we can get the bed situation figured out.”
She looked over at him. “Yes, Abel,” she said gently. “We painted my room with clouds. Do you remember?”
“You and I were just friends, then, but it was towards the beginning. I told you that I preferred to sleep out in the living room because my room felt a little isolated, and so you and I went to the furniture store the next day.” She suddenly looked self-conscious, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You were always really good to me.”
She frowned but took his hand gently and tugged him. “Do you want to see where we found the world’s best bean bag chair?”
She paused, looking back at him, a concerned look on her face. “Oh... sorry,” she said, letting go of his hand. “Instinct, I guess...”
It was probably the ugliest throw pillow she had ever seen. The appearance was just random patches with no visible pattern and colors that ranged from vibrant to mute, with every color on the rainbow. Each patch was even a different texture, ranging from a soft leather to fuzzy. He approached, picking it up carefully.
She paused, following him cautiously. “Ba-“ She stopped herself, frowning for a moment. “Abel, do you... do you like that pillow?”
