The most peaceful night of sleep was interrupted by a small ball of fuzz.
“Hfffff!” Pickles hissed, shaking her spines dangerously close to me.
“No, leave me alone,” I muttered, trying to push her away. I wasn’t going to let the perfect morning be ruined by an angry dust bunny.
Ryoko stirred in my arms. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s Pickles.”
“Hmm...” She yawned and stretched like a cat, wrinkling her shirt even more. She unfurled from the ball of arms and legs we were and sat up. “What does she want?”
So that was the end of that cuddle.
I cracked my neck, trying to remove the stiffness. My single bed was just a bit too small for the two of us, but it was worth it.
The sunlight caressed Ryoko’s back, revealing the golden scales I always so admired. Carefully, I followed the lines with my
