Something wet drenches my head. A rainstorm. Olive oil from a jar. Something. Naturally, it makes me shake off my sleep.
I open my eyes to a pink, slobbery thing. It takes my sleepy brain a few seconds to identify it. A wet tongue.
[That better be you, Lightning.]
[Who else?]
The purr soothes me down to my bones. [You finally woke up.]
[ME? You are the one who slept for three days. I think.]
System? Did I sleep for three days?
[3.2, actually, if we are being precise.]
I stretch, feeling simultaneously alive and in no hurry to get up. My vision expands to include Lightning. She is the world's prettiest sight to wake up to.
And she's all mine.
Her smile is warm and soft, and she nuzzles me. [Sorry, but I was getting bored waiting for you to wake up. Even the humans are restless. Gussie has visited and brought us treats.]
