Here's to all the girlie sleepovers that we usually take for granted:

Not in my own bed, yet so familiar to me. This is where I have always laid after an exhausting week. Mumbles that weaved in and out of sleepy conversations. Evoked memories of warm summer nights, where I cuddled with a plush sheep that I have grown fond of. I know exactly where they place their cups, how they like their dishes washed, and that bottle of Coffee-Mate isn't really filled with coffee creamer.