Chapter Eleven
My alarm blares.
A furry creature whooshes under my blanket.
“Fluffster?” I rub sleep from my eyes.
Checking under the blanket, I see that it’s not Fluffster.
Lucifur looks at me sternly, with eyes that seem to be saying, “This royal blanket is Our Majesty’s property. What is a peasant like you doing trespassing?”
The door to the room creaks, followed by the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the floor.
The cat hides her head under the blanket.
Fluffster jumps onto the bed, squeaks, and jumps after Lucifur.
Confused, I swiftly extricate myself from the whirlwind of furry activity under the blanket.
“Fluffster, what the hell?” I say as I start putting on my athletic outfit.
“We’re playing hide-and-seek, like you and me did back in the day,” he says in my mind. “If I don
