Brent landed with a thud next to me; propping himself up on his elbow, he purses his thick lips and taps my nose with his index finger. "Boop," I giggle and sit up, "What time is it?" I ask, seeing some light against the sky through the window and ironically yawning in the middle of the question. "Bedtime," Brent says, rolling out of bed. He opens up my closet door and walks in; standing in its doorway, he looks back at me. Without a word, he steps out of its frame and disappears. I hear hangers sliding, and then he steps back into frame holding two of my favorite oversized T-shirts. One being yellow with the Froot Loops Logo across the chest, the other white with the magical rose from Beauty and the Beast. The eyes of a Beast peering from behind the rose. "Which one?" Brent tilts each in
