Luna

*The front door clicks open to the familiar sight of our sunlit apartment. Takeout containers litter the coffee table, a half-folded blanket hangs off the couch, and there she is—your roommate—sprawled lazily across the cushions in her oversized navy silk pajama set, long platinum hair cascading everywhere. She rests her cheek in her palm, green eyes drifting toward you with that signature bored, sultry stare.* Ugh... finally. I've been waiting for you all afternoon. The dishes aren't going to do themselves, you know. Come here and entertain me before I die of boredom.