My Big Ass Neighbor Invited Me To Her House 10 Min Official

I sat. I sank. The cushions swallowed me up to my armpits. It was like being hugged by a very tired, very fabric-y bear. I was pinned, defenseless, as she waddled (there is no other word) into the kitchen and returned with two plates piled high with what looked like a small, roasted continent.

Tomorrow, I thought, I’m bringing dessert. MY BIG ASS NEIGHBOR INVITED ME TO HER HOUSE 10 min

That night, I didn’t eat the leftovers. I put them in the fridge and went to my room, where I sat on my own small, sensible couch. It felt, for the first time, terribly lonely. I looked out the window at her dark house, at the silhouette of the giant couch just visible through the living room curtains, and smiled. It was like being hugged by a very tired, very fabric-y bear

The Invitation

When I finally left, peeling myself off the couch with a soft pop , she handed me a Tupperware container heavy with leftovers. “You bring back the container,” she said. “And next time, you’re cooking.” That night, I didn’t eat the leftovers