❝ darling, let me trace the lines on your tattooed heart ❞
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Meow.
No.
Meow.
I said no.
Meow.
"Dammit Romeo," I mumble, waking up to find the small feline on my chest, blue eyes hovering above mine.
"Meow." He says, pawing my face.
I gently rub behind his ears. "Good morning, sir," I greet with a croaky morning voice. Romeo rubs his face against my arm, meowing some more, telling me to get up. Oh, just how lovely it is to have a cat-alarm-clock that wakes you up at 8:00 on winter break.
I roll out of bed. Literally. Which results in my collapsing onto the floor. I feel Romeo start walking across my back, and I lay on the wood for a minute or two, face smushed into the ground.
When I finally decide to stop being a useless human being, I stand up, staggering over to my door, swinging it open and climbing up the stairs, Romeo at my heels.
I reach our kitchen, walking to the pantry to get some food, when I hear someone speak to me.
"Did you sleep well?" Caroline asks, hair tied up in a bun, sipping a cup of coffee.
