What a troublemaker.
First, she made me run after her for an hour, and now I had to carry her to the hotel room.
It would not be a nuisance if I fly us back to the hotel but remember the last time we did. It wouldn't be the best option.
She dozed off in my arms, by the time we reached our hotel. I had to carry her to her room.
I lay her on her bed, careful not to wake her up. God knows what she would do next.
I made a mental reminder not to let her get drunk again. She was already a handful and when drunk her craziness reached the next level.
Now that she was in the safety of four walls I could breathe in relief but my work hadn't been done here.
I looked down at her clothes which were ruined by dirt and water and ice cream scars. She looked like a kid who played in the mud all day.
What trouble.
I couldn't let her sleep like that. I have to clean her.
