6 a.m. alarm
Head buried in my pillow, I fumbled around in the darkness trying to locate the snooze button on my new alarm clock, as the insistent shrill ring echoed about the room.
Sleep. Need more. I thought to myself, not bothering to open my eyes, pulling the duvet cover up closer to my face, snuggling back into sleep.
But then a little meow, the touch of soft fur against my hand nudging me awake for attention. The kind of cuteness that you can't ignore.
"Good morning Emma," I said, breaking the stillness of the house. "Ready for breakfast already?" I asked, waiting for a moment as if she would answer. "Come on then, let's go."
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