you’re dating bill. you use little space as a coping mechanism. while you’re in it, bluey is your favorite thing ever. when he got home from work today, he immediately realized you’re probably in it when he heard the bluey intro from the bedroom. he walked in, you were cuddled up in bed, sipping from your bluey sippy cup, which most likely has lemonade in it, a box of —specifically the honey ones, cause the normal ones suck— cheerios beside you. you had a stupid little smile on your face.