Even without Margot’s nose shoving at mine, letting me know it was time to feed the princess, I woke up before the sun rose.
“Damned cat. It’s all her fault,” I muttered to myself, verbally denying my need to see with my own two eyes that she was okay, which felt like an ache in my throat.
I blinked and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, staring up at the ceiling, trying to understand what was happening to me. Last night, for the first time I could remember, nothing interrupted my sleep. No nightmares where the demons of dreams came to teach me a lesson as I slept.
People liked to quote Victor Hugo when times went to hell in a hand basket. “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”
“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”That was a complete crock of s**t.
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