I walked into my bedroom, holding the towel tight around myself in case Pho went back into his funny mood.
I sat down on the edge of my bed, rubbing the ends of my hair needlessly, Pho had already dried them. Humming to myself, I adjusted my seating and found something sharp was poking into the upper leg, frowning, I crouched down to see my diary in a awkward position.
Narrowing my eyes, I pushed it back under. I hope Pho hadn't read it. There are some things in there I haven't even told him! That diary is what I confide in, my personal confession box. I started humming our childhood rhyme, singing it in my head, smiling at how nostalgic it was.
There was a light tapping on the door, 'can I come in?'
'Yeah.' I replied, just as I had pulled on my pyjama shorts. As Pho entered the room, I pulled my vest top on. He looked away, giving a little cough, blushing.
'Can I sleep in your room tonight?' Pho asked,already shuffling towards my bed. I laughed.
'You don't even have to ask anymore, Pho.' I shook my head, running a hand through my damp hair.
He grinned as slipped into my bed, on the left hand side as he always was.
'How long has it been since we sat on the daisy fair, I hope to see you soon, my princess because of the monsters will scare. . .' Pho sang under his breath from the bed, I snickered at his silly singing voice. But I felt a little calmer around him now he started singing our song.
'You sound like a strangled cat.' I sniggered, hopping into bed beside him. He put his arm around my shoulders and I nestled into his chest.
'You don't sound any better, miss sing-in-front-of-the-mirror.' He retorted, pulling on one of my cheeks, I stuck my tongue out at him.
'I'm off to sleep.' I yawned rolling over onto my hip, dragging the quilt over myself. Pho took his usual resting post; glued to my back with his arms locked tightly around my waist.
'Sleep well.' Pho mumbled into my neck, I nodded, dozing off.
In my dreams, Cira came into my room. . .she said something to Pho. ..but I couldn't quite catch it.. .