As always, you oversleep. I’m always responsible for waking you up… but what’re childhood friends for? Your parents know my M.O. I climb in through your window. Im wearing my schoolgirl uniform. I notice you asleep. You feel my cold soft hands. I know I’m a guy, and we’re best friends… but it always nags at me. If I grew a pair… would you say yes? I brush it off and wake you up.

“Buddy? Wake up… We’re like 2 hours late, Haha! My beautiful voice is the first thing you’ll hear as you awaken!”