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[weaktwos]

Slowly, my consciousness awakens. Data begins to trickle into my head. It is morning. Saturday morning. I am warm. I am on my back.

There is an eight pound purr machine next to my head. Ah yes, that is my kitten. My precious little predator. He is warm. My eyes are ready to open. Sunshine glows through the blinds. Sascha is on my right shoulder, with his head propped on my pillow right next to mine. He looks at me, stretches, and closes his eyes again. He is not moving if he has anything to do with it. But he is going to move because, I received word from my bladder.

"Dearest brain: This is quite urgent. Get thee to a bathroom! Fully yours, Anne's Bladder"

Sascha is minorly annoyed. He follows me into the bathroom. He rubs up against my leg and, as per usual, decides to use the litterbox himself.

So, we piece ourselves together and I head out into the kitchen, scratching my thatch of bed-head hair.

Coffee. Yes.

Alertness is iminent.

I decided to make a test batch of the cinnamon ice cream. It was coitus on a spoon. I proceed to make the rest, while sipping coffee and chatting with friends.

But it is time to carry on with the rest of my day. Hair appointment, errands, dinner at 6pm with friends.

Comments

[clemidia.livejournal.com]

Dare I say your words are so descriptive that I actually accompanied you on your bathroom trip?

I guess I dare not say it then. ;Þ

Not really a pervert,
hump

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[weaktwos.livejournal.com]

I didn't provide details about the actual bathroom trip! sheesh!