You'd think he's sad that I'm leaving, but really he doesn't even know if he cares.
Cuddling up to me at night, he starts meowing his lovely lungs out to open the locked door, while moi is in the middle of a dream, where I'm almost about to 'epic' something..and suddenly a taxi screeches in the background and continues screeching until I open my eyes, realize that my dream was sabotaged by a miserable feline, and let furry lucifer out into the carbon night.
Nights aren't much to write about either. They'd probably form dark matter of the darkest part of our universe.
Not a shooting star in sight nor single stardust from galaxy afar.
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