37. Cleocatra
37
Cleocatra
T his is my naptime.
The noises they are making are wholly undignified and far too loud for my liking. Sleep escapes me, so I’m forced to stare off in the opposite direction.
Now my neck hurts.
And I’m hungry.
Maybe they need a reminder it is time for me to eat.
A loud, imposing reminder that involves jumping on the bed and awkwardly staring at them until they do something about it.
Yes. I like this plan.
I will do this.
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