OUR ROOM
My brother and I always shared our room until I left the house for college when I was eighteen. When we both were little, we had a bunk bed but one of us often sneaked out of their bed and went into other one and we told each other stories til late. We were and are very close so we shared our room fine. Most of the time. Only once in a while! I was like this angry older sis cat who wanted the room to be clean, and my brother was this annoying kitten with a goofy smile on who didn’t care about organizing.
