When I wake up, the pale northern sunlight is pouring through the multi-paned bay window, scattering brilliant diamonds across the frost-dusted glass.
Titan is lying across the rug by the door, his massive head resting on his paws. The moment my eyes open, his ears perk up, and he lets out a soft, low whimper of greeting, his heavy tail thumping against the floorboards.
I sit up slowly, holding my breath and waiting for the familiar, greasy wave of morning sickness that usually hits the second my head leaves the pillow.
Nothing.
I take a cautious, deep breath, and swing my legs over the edge of the mattress. My stomach is completely calm. No nausea, no cold sweats, no sudden dizziness, just a light, pleasant hunger.
I linger on the edge of the bed for a minute, stretching my arms ove
