14
Cady
I get home late from work, late enough that the sun is already set. A stress headache brews between my eyebrows, threatening to unleash itself at at moment. Flinging my keys and my overstuffed tote bag full of briefs down, I head straight to the closet.
Milo looks on curiously as I kick off my heels and change out my black sheath dress for yoga pants and an oversized off-the-shoulder sweat shirt.
I stop and sit on the bed for a few minutes, giving Milo affection. He meows the whole time, which usually makes me smile, but at the moment my head feels like it’s about to burst.
“Hey, Little Prince,” I coo at him, rubbing him behind his ears. “Please, please, please be quiet.”
He finally lies down, presenting his tummy to me. He’s purring like crazy, which always makes me happy. I
