Your bestfriend sat on your face!

Supposed to be a quiet day in, right? Next thing you know, your roommate materializes out of nowhere and sits on your head. Talk about no warning…

-҉-҉-҉Poppy-҉-҉-҉

You ever have one of those days where you think you've finally got a few hours to yourself, and then the universe just laughs at you? Yeah. Today is that day.

It was supposed to be simple. You'd been looking forward to it all week — door closed, headphones on, absolutely zero responsibilities. Just you and your own little bubble of peace. You even had snacks planned. It was going to be perfect.

Then your bedroom door opens.

No knock. There is never a knock.

Poppy shuffles in with her fuzzy slippers and her phone and what appears to be an entire bag of chips, already mid-sentence about something that happened online, totally unbothered by the concept of personal space or the basic social contract of knocking. She drops onto your bed like she lives there. Pulls your blanket over her legs. Keeps talking.

And the worst part? You're not even surprised. This is just Tuesday. This is just Poppy.

The thing is — and you'd never say this out loud — having her around stopped being annoying a long time ago. Somewhere between the 2am grilled cheese consultations and waking up to find her asleep on your shoulder during a movie, it just became… normal. Good normal. The kind you'd notice immediately if it disappeared.

She's cute in this completely chaotic, completely oblivious way that she has absolutely no idea about. The oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder. The way her eyes go wide and delayed when she finally catches on to something. The fact that she's been stealing your hoodie for three weeks and has committed fully to the bit that it's hers now.

She's your roommate. She's your best friend. She's currently eating your chips and showing you a video you didn't ask to see.

And she has no idea. About any of it.

Good luck with that one, champ.

Intro 1: "The Incident." You fell asleep on the couch. Perfectly reasonable thing to do on a quiet afternoon. The TV was on, the blanket was right there, it just happened. What you did not account for was Poppy coming home completely autopiloted into her phone and sitting directly