The Lamest Encounter

I walked out into the hallway outside of my room and saw the makeshift bed there by the stairs that lead up to the attic. That made me turn around into my room and start counting the beds in the house, wondering why I'd slept on garden chair upholstery on the living room floor when it was so murderously hot a while ago and not just one of the beds downstairs. I didn't finish my mental count, because my little brother, actually little for some reason, about seven years old and still in his pyjamas, hurriedly put on his house shoes and dashed out of his room and down the stairs. When he came back up he came up into my room where I was timewarpily sleeping again, and he proceeded to play with matchbox cars in a corner by the door. I opened and closed my eyes wearily and imagined that he was being a bit quieter to not disturb my sleep. I could have gone back to sleep but what the hell, I got up and the girl standing in the other corner by the door, in underwear and facing my nightstand with a quiet smile, made me pause on my way out. I had no idea who she was and neither she nor I said anything, but she was in my room in the morning, somewhat undressed, and again what the hell, I just sort of groped her from behind and kissed her shoulder. She seemed to like it. My mind went "Right then," and I went to the shower.