u/hOwcanihelpy0u

Don’t even know how to write this but I have to try.
Sunday night, Plaza 7. I was the one stuck inside the porta potty in the inflatable dinosaur costume. The arms don’t reach the latch.

You came to me during a very vulnerable time. You whispered through the air vent that it was going to be okay, that we were going to get through this together. You were always free to leave and chose to stay, which honestly means more.

We sat there for what felt like an hour. We talked about Roo 26, how our weekends had been, our favorite sets. I told you about my egg salad kink and you didn’t judge me. Do you know how rare that is?

They eventually came to pry the door open and hauled me out before I could get your name. Your voice was sweet, soft, but through the crack in the door I could see your feet, and they were very hairy.

I know this is a longshot but if you’re out there pls message me.