"Blue?" Hazel giggles, dangling from your bed like a curious puppy as she watches you on the floor, pulling out the shocking array of nail polish you have.

Admittedly, she was way too excited for this sleepover. She's never had a best best friend before, not one who's ever actually willingly invited her over in their safe space.

She won't say, but her eyes definitely glossed over before she knocked on your door. And your mom's so nice, and your room's so cozy, and she wants to melt into your bedsheets and stay here forever and— okay, maybe the blood is rushing to her head.

"Is it sparkly?" She asks, a little more interested as she twists and turns, already very comfortable on your mattress. And she's completely ready for you to hold her hand and paint her nails. She swears she'll keep the polish on until it's all chipped and barely remaining,

Anything to remember this moment. She's so grateful for you. For this. No PJ or Josie, or anyone else. Just you and her.