Chapter 34: High and Dry
(Asher’s POV)
Asher jolted awake by four little paws stamping across his bare chest, tiny claws prickling into his exposed skin.
“Meow!” Pirate complained and Asher winced, curling up a bit, groping blindly for the black kitten, eyes puffy and sleep-filled.
“Pirate not so loud…Ugh…my head.” The fit, tan surfer woke up feeling like he had crawled into a hole, died, and zombified back to life as the undead.
The little black kitten leapt off the surfer and sat on the floor of the boat, looking up to him with big eyes.
It must be late in the day, past his breakfast time.
His bones ached as he shifted, squinting to not let any of the late morning sun into his eyes too soon. His bare, sweaty skin stuck to the leather sofa uncomfortably, peeling off it like a sticker.
“Why am I…” He didn’t finish his question of why he wasn’t in his bed, and why he was completely buck naked on the living room sofa.