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Hey Janice, Maybe I Want to Be the Little Spoon

By your boyfriend Brad

Listen, Janice. We need to talk. Every night, when you get into our bed in your SOFFE shorts and pink camisole, you instantly assume the position of the little spoon as if it’s your God-given right. You tuck your little butt right into my ripped abdomen, curl up into the fetal position, bask in the body warmth that I naturally exude, close your eyes, and fall into the best goddamn sleep of your life.

It’s time I stand up for myself. Damn it, Janice. Sometimes I want to be the little spoon.