I pour the hot coffee into the pink and gold cup that has my little lioness's initial in cursive. I doubt it's a coffee cup due to its size and how delicate it is, but I saw it, it caught my attention, and I took it. There was also one in blue and black, but with Mali's initial, which once again makes me understand that those two are inseparable.
It's seven in the morning, I'm already ready to go, but she isn't. I don't understand how she makes it to the office on time if it's seven and she still hasn't left her room. I know her alarm went off at four in the morning. She woke up, turned it off, and finally, for the first time all night, the damned girl came close to me, hugged me with her legs, and drowsily said she didn't feel like exercising today.
Yes, today she wants to be a bit late
