allowed: Rooks and Greta
Damn it. I fell asleep. I was supposed to meet Greta here. Maybe I missed her.
I rolled off the couch and landed on the floor. Nice. That didn't hurt at all. I attempted to fix my wrinkled shirt, pulling my disheveled hair back off my forehead. I wonder where she is? Ah well. I plopped back onto the loveseat and began to whistle. She'll be here. Any minute now.