[A note left on Santana’s desk at 7am on Saturday, March 14]
Hey Sanana Angel. That’s like Santana Banana Angel. I gave you a good morning kiss and cuddle, but you were all mumbly and droopy-eyed, even after I vaulted off the top bunk. I wanted to make sure you knew you got those even if you forgot or never knew because you were still sleepy like a sleepy, napping kitty.
Have a wonderful day, Santana.
—Brittany P.S. I was smiling when I wrote this note.














