This is what Mom's bed looks like when she leaves it in the mornings:
This is what Mom's bed looks like when she comes back in the evenings:
And then she says to me, "You've been sleeping in my bed, haven't you?"
And I am like, "Look, lady, I'm not even in your room! See how I'm waiting just outside, like THE BEST DOG IN THE WORLD?"
"And also? The way I refuse to look you in the eyes right now is a sure sign of my innocence."
But still, Mom blames me for this. ME! STILL! Have you ever heard such wild accusations in all your life? I know! I mean, it's obvious that we have a smallish ghost problem. Yes, obviously Mom's bed is haunted. By a smallish ghost. With short black hair. Obviously. DUH.
I am soooooooo mistreated around here! Hmph!
-Comfort
