Iris
I wake up to the sound of Scout meowing for his breakfast, and for a moment, before I return to full consciousness, I actually forget where I am and why I’m here. I think I’m still at home, that I’ll roll over to find Arthur adjusting his tie by the mirror.
But then it all comes rushing back.
With a sigh, I sit up and stretch. The room my parents prepared for me is comfortable and cozy, but it’s not home. Home is with Arthur. And I intend to return there today, once I’ve had breakfast and coffee. During my mostly-sleepless night, I decided that I want to talk to him and make up, and that I’m being ridiculous.
Scout jumps onto my lap, purring and headbutting my hand until I finally laugh and get up. He winds his way through my legs, nearly tripping me as I make my way
