It's 04:49 am, I find myself sitting in front of my computer, the lights are out in the house, only my poor excuse of a chandelier lights up the dark corner of the house I call my room, cat sitting on my lap, warming my legs and feet while I browse Jason Chan's works. From time to time I stop, everything, and try to listen to the heavy breathing of my dog, sick and in her worse, she fights the deadliest of fights, the one that separates you from life and death, trying her best to strive. She lays in the bed I once slept, abandoned because of a dream and the uneasiness it left behind, if I'm ever to dream about Ginko again, it could at least be a happier one, and have actual mushi in it. Then, a different sound, a purr, it means my cat is awake. My once warm feet are becoming cold at the change of position, and the touch of my cat's ears on my arm is rather ticklish, I pet him, beg him to stop, he looks at me with those yellow eyes, fixated, on me, and then turns is head and starts a rather impolite bath.
An ambulance, I wonder, who is sick? who died? who needs aid at this time and hour?
No birds, no other sound, I hear the purr, I hear the heavy breathing and occasional rustling of fabric, my computer's pretend flight...and wait, a breathing of my own.
Then suddenly, my cat abandons my lap, and I don't feel so warm any more.
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