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.

I hope.

My sleep patterns are poor already. This isn’t helping.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1427 words, novel: Father Lightning