Ava: Settling In (I)
Waking up with a dog is both better and worse than waking to an alarm.
Selene starts with a cute little nose bumping against my hand. Then a head burrowing beneath it. Then her entire body on mine, as her dog breath—which smelled particularly fishy—assaults my nose.
She finishes it off with a low, mournful howl, and I open my eyes with a groan. "I'm up. I'm up. Come on, Selene. You couldn't let me sleep for fifteen more minutes?"
Her huff sounds a lot like you slept for six hours, you'll be fine to me, but I rub her ears and roll out of bed anyway, only to screech a few seconds later when something sharp tries to murder my foot.
"Shit! Ow, ow, ow. Fuck. Oh, my God. I'm dying. Holy shit." I fall back onto the bed and check the bottom of my foot. Only a little bleeding where something sharp broke the skin, and a nice big scratch. I grab my glasses and peered at the floor, shocked to see a purple crystal there.