Well, she’s a bit better today, but still, two-thirty and she’s nuzzling me wanting snuggles.
Then again, four. Four-thirty. On and on.
This is going to be a long two weeks if this keeps up.
She’s still pretty cute. She’ll get used to it.
My sleep patterns are poor already. This isn’t helping.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1427 words, novel: Father Lightning