I am Goldilocks

I feel like I’m living the story of “Goldilocks And The Three Bears”.

I came in my bedroom to hit the hay and it was obvious someone had been in my bed.  My usual unmade bed was unmade in a different way than I left it this morning.  Who’s been sleeping in my bed or whatever they were doing?  By the condition of the bed, I might not want to know.  I do have one good guess, though.

I have to admit, this is better than when my toothbrush wasn’t where I left it.