Sweet Dreams: Lena

The kind where the bottom curve of her cheeks peeked out every time she moved. She was pretty with blue eyes and a sharp tongue and right now she looked like she was about to use it. She made it halfway before her knees hit the mattress and she crawled the rest of the way, collapsing face down with her arms splayed out and her face buried in the pillow. The vaseline on the bathroom counter suddenly made sense.