As I Read

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We cracked up together, which was necessary, because she loved me again. I pulled my feelings book from under my pillow, flipped to the current page, and downgraded from DESPERATE to MEDIOCRE. "Hey, that's great!" Mom said, looking over my shoulder. "No," I said, "it's mediocre. And please don't snoop." She rubbed my chest, which was nice, although I had to turn a little so she wouldn't feel that i had my key on and that there were tow keys.
"Mom?" "Yes." "Nothing."
"What is it, baby?" "Well it's just that wouldn't it be great if mattresses had spaces for you arm, so that when you rolled onto your side, you could fit just tight?" "That would be nice." " And good for your back, probably, because it would let your spine be straight, which I know is important." "That is important." "Also, it would make snuggling easier. You know how that arm constantly gets in the way?" "I do." "And making snuggling easier is important." "Very."
Downgrade feeling book again from MEDIOCRE to OPTIMISTIC, BUT REALISTIC