ANNA! HELP!

MY BED SMELLS LIKE THE GUY WHO SAT ON IT TO WATCH A MOVIE. That is NOT COOL. He is not entitled to leave his scent on my things! Oh my God! This is going to be the weirdest night ever!

ANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS WHY I AM TYPING IN MENTAL CAPITALS!

::Edit after first sleep attempt::
He's sleeping with me. In spirit. I want to die. The pillows AND the blankets smell like him.