PAULINE POV
There’s a very specific kind of joy that comes from screaming the lyrics to Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons in your room like you’re headlining Madison Square Garden—even if the only audience is a very skeptical husky and a pile of laundry that’s been threatening to unionize.
“WHATEVER IT TAAAAKES!” I shrieked, hairbrush microphone clenched in my fist, jumping from my bed to the bean bag like I was competing on American Ninja Warrior: Bedroom Edition.
Mew, my five-year-old husky who had the personality of a retired opera critic, and the name of a pokemon (do not judge me) was lying on the rug with the same expression I imagined Beethoven would’ve worn if he’d been forced to listen to t****k remixes.
She gave me a long, slow blink. The kind that said: This is the woman
