Amanda
It was morning and I woke up feeling fresh. After the decision I made last night, I was feeling determined and enthusiastic. It will take time for my wounds to heal and they might not get completely cured and even leave scars but I will have to move forward and step jump over that puddle of sadness for my passion, for myself.
Stella moved as she yawned and opened her eyes lazily pulling the blanket over her chest and sticking out her legs wiggling her toes.
"Which breed of cat are you?" I asked as I lightly flicked her forehead.
"Ouch, Amanda, you mean person. Why hit me early in the morning?" She whined as she turned around and I shook my head with a ghost of a smile and tossed her around to my side again.
"It's going to be noon soon. Wake up and make me something, I am hu
