Coming back from the shower, I found her tossing and turning on one of the recliners, mumbling in her sleep. This reminds me of when I got her from Rollo’s. It was a lot more violent then. I wonder if she still has those nightmares or are they new ones caused by me over the years?
The plane was colder than the weather we just left in Japan. With yoga pants and a tank top, she was profusely sweating. Reaching to touch her forehead, I found her to be unexceptionally warm. She can’t afford to get sick right now.
Not wanting to wake or frighten her, I rushed to the bathroom to collect a clean rag. Using the untouched ice bowl, I prepared the cold rag before placing it on her head.
She jumped up ready to attack. Luckily, we’ve been through moments like these before. With both hands up, I too
