Fuck I hate the dreams I have. I was lying on a reclining sofa and I opened my eyes to see Noelle sitting in my lap, leaning her hands on my chest and just smiling at me with her little deer tail wagging happily. I reached under her shirt just enough to grab at her waist. She had just barely enough fat on her love-handles to grip, and when I did she blushed and shyly looked away, looking a little upset. I cheered her up by saying:
>Don't worry, you're still friggin' soft and adorable as heck.
That cheered her up. Her smile returned.
Then I woke up. I fucking hate my life.