No, alone time sounds perfect
“I’m okay,” I tell her. “You did a great job with setting me up with everything I need. I’ll just watch some TV and relax tonight. Maybe take a hot bath. That always helps.”
She smiles. “Yes, never underestimate the importance of self-care. I’d like to check in on you next week, after you return to work, if that’s all right with you?”
“Of course,” I say, because I have a feeling it isn’t really a request. Maybe there is some law in the city about checking up on baby vampires to make sure they don’t bleed the town dry. “Thanks.”
Within five minutes of being alone in my apartment, I’m in pajamas and on my couch with my favorite series playing on the television. This is almost perfectly normal.
“I just need snacks,” I murmur. And something about this thought
