Gina
I didn’t sleep much that night.
Every little sound seemed louder than normal.
The air conditioner kicking on made me jump. A car door slamming somewhere outside had me peeking through the curtains. Even poor Lilo couldn’t decide if she wanted to sleep beside me or patrol the apartment like she was a one-dog security team.
Around three in the morning she climbed onto my bed, curled against my stomach, and let out a dramatic sigh that almost made me laugh.
“I know,” I whispered, scratching behind her ears. “It’s been a weird couple of days.”
She looked up at me with those big brown pug eyes before snorting and falling asleep almost instantly.
“Must be nice,” I muttered.
I, on the other hand, spent another hour staring at the ceiling.
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By morning, the fear had settled into som
