"Mew! Mew!"
You sit straight up in bed and Arctus is practically flung away from you, only to trot right back to your side as you exhale slowly and cover your eyes. You had almost forgotten the other night's dream, but clearly it didn't forget you. You feel even more disoriented than last time now that you're awake, and it takes you a few minutes to really shake it off.
Even once you're fully awake, you don't feel much like getting up—but that is what Sundays are for. Lying in bed with Arctus nuzzling into your cheek, you give in to this lazy feeling and decide to open Grandma's laptop to check the news.
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