This time I picked a page myself by flipping through the book. I picked page 38.
‘Oh my,’ squealed Zoe, her hand flying to her mouth in astonishment. Coco twitched her arms and then her tail. Then she stood up shakily on her furry legs, and jumped into Zoe’s arms. Zoe hugged Coco tightly, and I could see tears shining in the corners of her eyes.
Tonight is gonna be EPIC.
I smile to myself and work in a few hip wiggles in time to the song blaring (or at least nudged to the highest possible volume I can get away with without my mom appearing in my doorway with her arms crossed), as I toss my favorite polka-dot flannel pajama bottoms into my bag. I have to stop dancing to wrestle my pillow into my already jam-packed sleeping bag pouch, and then I jump in place ot get the drawstring to close. Who knew packing for a sleepover could be such a workout?