Lana feels

A girlfriend. Sorta. The beginnings of girlfriendliness. Kisses. Comfort. Easy conversation, order from chaos, cross-finished sentences, joy. Orange energy, or so she tells me. Discovery, novelty, joy-spots, snuggling in a narrow bed. The fact that Margaret volunteered to let us have sex in her bed if we ever feel the need, as it's "seen enough sex, a little more won't hurt" - have I mentioned how much I love my roommies? But we'll burn that bridge if/when we come to it. For now, we're building safety. Exciting safety. And I am joyous.