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Ugh, too early. Why is the day-moon so fucking bright?
I roll over in the covers more tangled than normal. I had spent the night running around the house like crazy. But everything got done and out the virtual door. I deserve at least five days in bed for that miracle.
I raise a hand to run through my hair.
Aaaaand paw meet fur.
Shit, not again.
(words 67, first published 9/14/2022 – from a picture prompt for a Facebook writing group. Aim is about 50 words)
Purrson Series
- Naturally Nocturnal (9/26/21)
- Purrson (10/2/22)
- Phylactery (12/4/22)