THE ELIXIR OF LIFETHE TWANGING OF KEYS AWAKENS me from caliginousness, bending me towards its melody. The thrumming moves my consciousness, inviting me towards its source. The tone is anything but supercilious; so cordial and dainty that it can be carried by the morning breeze.
Alto jumps into my bed in his cat form. I gesture for him to come closer and place him on my lap as I change into a sitting position. In this outward, he appears to be very adorable, looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and innocentness. He presses his nose under my palm and breathes through it, wondering why I have a smile on my face.
“Sometimes, you just have to be grateful for a peaceful morning. No one died, and no one has ceased to existence. It is a good morning to be awakened to,” I explain to him befo
