Four
The day of a chef started early so when I woke up, Lana was already gone. I stretched my arm out over to her side of the bed, finding the sheets cold and wrinkled from last night. With a big yawn, I swung my legs out, letting the sheets slide off of my naked body. Mornings weren’t exactly my favourite but I had plenty to do so I couldn’t keep snoozing. Especially not when Lana was already hard at work.
I rotated my neck, stretching the sleep out of my stiff muscles. Since the curtain was drawn, I allowed myself a moment of respite and let my demonic features out. My small horns extended through my scalp and my long tail descended down my leg. I pulled my arm tight against my body, trying to relieve some of the tension against my shoulder. I could swear I could feel my budding wings
