21. Cleocatra

21

Cleocatra

I know she can hear me.

I haven’t shut up since the beeping started.

But she’s still just staring at the ceiling and touching her mouth like she’s the hungry one.

I nudge my head to hers, and my human starts scratching my ears. I’m melting back into the covers.

Can’t…

Stay…

Up…

And, I’m down.

A few extra hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt.

She looks like she could use it, too.

We’ll rot together.

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