thursday, 100 words -something or someone mysterious
She makes that walk of shame all the way home.
Rumpled, tired. Slow walking. The sun is just starting to kiss the sky, but she knows that you’re asleep and will likely stay that way until the sun starts to dip with the turn of midday. Plenty of time to slip into bed with you and absorb your scent.
Barely making a dip in the mattress, she curls up beside you just in time that when you reach out your hand, she’s there. You stroke her lithe lines and she stretches like liquid beneath your touch. All is well.
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Max’s cat, Dot
Rumpled, tired. Slow walking. The sun is just starting to kiss the sky, but she knows that you’re asleep and will likely stay that way until the sun starts to dip with the turn of midday. Plenty of time to slip into bed with you and absorb your scent.
Barely making a dip in the mattress, she curls up beside you just in time that when you reach out your hand, she’s there. You stroke her lithe lines and she stretches like liquid beneath your touch. All is well.
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Max’s cat, Dot