Blake pops her eyes open Christmas morning wired, the tree lights still throwing colors across the wall. She shakes Rosie’s shoulder hard, but the blonde only groans and rolls deeper under the blanket. Another shake. A muttered curse. Finally Rosie’s lids crack. She drags herself out of bed, barefoot on cold floor, disappears down the hall. When she returns she’s carrying a shiny blue bag big enough to swallow someone. Blake’s smile dies fast. Rosie lunges, yanks the bag down over dark hair and shoulders, then shoves her onto the mattress. Blake kicks once, twice, but Rosie pins the ankles and goes straight for the soles—quick, ruthless fingers dancing across every inch. The bag rustles with every twist. Blake tries to twist away, but the tickling climbs higher, ribs next, fast and sharp under the thin fabric. Each jab makes her jerk inside the crinkling plastic like a caught fish. Rosie keeps working, relentless, until the only sounds are muffled laughter and the scrape of heels against sheets.
Blake pops her eyes open Christmas morning wired, the tree lights still throwing colors across the wall. She shakes Rosie’s shoulder hard, but the blonde only groans and rolls deeper under the blanket. Another shake. A muttered curse. Finally Rosie’s lids crack. She drags herself out of bed, barefoot on cold floor, disappears down the hall. When she returns she’s carrying a shiny blue bag big enough to swallow someone. Blake’s smile dies fast. Rosie lunges, yanks the bag down over dark hair and shoulders, then shoves her onto the mattress. Blake kicks once, twice, but Rosie pins the ankles and goes straight for the soles—quick, ruthless fingers dancing across every inch. The bag rustles with every twist. Blake tries to twist away, but the tickling climbs higher, ribs next, fast and sharp under the thin fabric. Each jab makes her jerk inside the crinkling plastic like a caught fish. Rosie keeps working, relentless, until the only sounds are muffled laughter and the scrape of heels against sheets.
